Christina A. Sharik

FOR THE MOTHERS OF THE DEAD

When you were born
my cries were to the heavens
and my blood was shed
for you.

When you died,
my cries did not reach the heavens;
you have shed your blood for me
and others like me
but they didn’t know you –
the way your smile was
slightly crooked,
and the way your eyes
looked in the light…
how you said your
prayers at night…
But I knew you.

Your heart first beat
beneath my breast;
you’ve done your job,
my life was blessed;
Now that you are gone,
I will simply carry on,
no longer afraid
to go to my Eternal Rest.