Post by Jenna Fanboy on Jun 23, 2012 11:32:23 GMT -5
A Mother's Grief
Marcus
My son
And the son of Alex the lion
Your face and fur color are those of a lion
You take your spots from me
Your father and I love you very much
However, things have taken a horrid turn
Our circus caravan has broken down
A cold winter has set in where we are
Worst of all, you have become deathly ill
You cough and cough
When you speak, your voice is raw and pained
As I look at you now
Your tiny body is rested on your pile of straw
Wrapped in your cloth blanket
Your life is seemingly slipping away
When I cry
The tears are the tears of a mother's grief
Marcus
My son
And the son of Alex the lion
Your face and fur color are those of a lion
You take your spots from me
Your father and I love you very much
However, things have taken a horrid turn
Our circus caravan has broken down
A cold winter has set in where we are
Worst of all, you have become deathly ill
You cough and cough
When you speak, your voice is raw and pained
As I look at you now
Your tiny body is rested on your pile of straw
Wrapped in your cloth blanket
Your life is seemingly slipping away
When I cry
The tears are the tears of a mother's grief
