The son sleeps while the pain seeps from a mother's fractal heart. Her anguish leaks tenaciously from the wounds of the grim reaper. Another war's lullabye starts.
04/23/2011
Posted on 04/23/2011Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
...great juxtapositions of a lullabye and a war-torn son...real but one is soft and pretty, the other hard and ugly.
