A lovely lunch break while wandering <br />about resembling an ambulant chintz <br />curtain - found a pullover and scarf to <br />hide the fashion fiasco, also a perfect <br />pink rose resembling a magic wand <br /> <br />Then all joy was lost when I translated <br />the complaint of a sad mother fleeced <br />by the same miscreants who had slain <br />her son, the depressing news deflates <br />any sense of sparkling joie de vivre <br /> <br />Leaving readers speechless; it's clear <br />in retrospect that every step she took <br />in compliance with their very irrational <br />requests was suspect, sending money <br />on demand to allay hunger - and yet <br /> <br />She never spoke to her son: why did <br />she comply without assurance her son <br />was still alive; why is it some people <br />insist on being soft targets; my heart <br />is grown heavy on her behalf…<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-is-heavy-rev/
