No Tomorrow

A mother cries her child is gone...
This flower from a seed was born...
In anguished tear she sits alone...
From her arms this babe was torn...

Was this morning she kissed goodbye...
Not knowing it would be her last...
And now she cries a lonely sigh...
Her child's life has past...

No more laughter will she hear...
Nor feet upon the floor...
No longer will she quieten the fear...
Then silently close the door...

The table is set with one less place...
The chair will be empty now...
She longs to see that smiling face...
That soothed her worried brow...

She cries aloud her soul is torn...
This child of hers lies still...
This babe she cradled when first born...
No longer her life will fill...

She reaches out in hopes to grasp...
And pull them from their sleep...
To break the lock and open hasp...
And free them from death's keep...

This flower she nurtured from a seed...
No longer will it bloom...
No more will her care it need...
Her memory will be entombed...

In memory her child will live...
The smile will never fade...
And in her heart she will give...
A place for her child she made...

And with every tear that falls...
With each sigh she does breathe...
It is her soul that calls...
For her child her pain to ease...

We have so much to be thankful for and when compared to the great loss that mothers and fathers suffered on 12 May, 2008 at 2:23pm our problems seem very petty. The loss of so many children who had so much ahead of them, so much to learn and to give in return who's lives have been stilled now will never be able to see what tomorrow will offer them, nor will we benefit from their ideas. I feel for all those who have suffered this tragic and devastating event, but it is the children that I feel for the most. They were our future, our tomorrows, our hopes for a better and more understanding world. China has suffered much with the loss of these children and even though they have been laid to rest they should not be forgotten as a victim, yet remembered as a lost soul.

We were all born of one and we are all brothers and sisters and in as much as the mothers and fathers have suffered, we too should feel that grief of loss for a loved one. If you do nothing else, please remember the children who will no longer be heard.