Would it be of any use
\nto mention a mother weeping?
\nNot in daytime.
\nNot over a broken dish,
\nor a quarrel.
\nOr worse betrayal.
\nOr being afraid.
\nBut something a child hears
\nin a black hour
\nwhen he should be sleeping.
\nWhen sleep is ripped apart,
\nand his eyes open in the dark,
\nand he hears his mother sobbing.
\nHe hears his mother wailing,
\nand he is afraid.
\nNo monster could be worse.
\nNo goblin hiding in his room.
\nNo fear deeper.
\nNo pain vaster than the world falling.<\/p>\n
I heard my mother calling.
\nAnd I fainted.
\nWoke up to the morning,
\nfrightened as I can never be again.
\nAnd it happened and happened.
\nBut the first time
\nI was alive.
\nThe second time I found a grave,
\nand laid where my brother laid,
\nkilled in action.
\nWhat happened then?
\nI found out
\nthat when I saw death,
\nI was not afraid.
\nWhat happened to my mother,
\nhappened.
\nShe\u2019s asleep now.
\nI\u2019m still awake.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Would it be of any use to mention a mother weeping? Not in daytime. Not over a broken dish, or a quarrel. Or worse betrayal.…<\/p>\n