She Beckons

The storm outside....and within me yell

My child....wants me her story to tell

A tale.....of how I was pushed through hell

Before....they ruthlessly rung her death bell

The storm within me....gradually peaks

Someone deep within....screams and shrieks

Is that my child....or her dead mother in me

I search deep within....struggling to see

The looming dark sky....reflects my gloom

Watching, as my numb pain...I exhume

I remember....how she had been a part of me

Why couldn’t that way.... they just let us be

My pleas .....he pretended not to hear

She would be a burden .....he voiced his fear

That dark day..... I was not allowed to mourn

My bereavement......I had silently borne

But today she knows..... her mom is free

To shed tears each night .... in her memory

Even in slumber .....I just dream of her

Her memories cloud.... with wondrous force

Along comes.... my lingering remorse

That day.... she was too weak to fight

Why hadn’t I fought.... with all my might

Suffocated by my pain ....the sky pours out in rain

She smiles from the clouds ....beckons again