When the sky turns deep purple <br />and the piercing sounds of scorn <br />seep into much sought after peace; <br />thoughts of the future are stillborn <br /> <br />In the city there are grieving mothers <br />and fathers trying desperately <br />to remember what dreams were for... <br />as shades of gray fade into transparency <br /> <br />The harshness of reality ends a child's life <br />Spirit and faith are tested by tragedy... <br />The winds of sorrow rip and tear <br />at bending branches of the family tree <br /> <br />A reminder of a child destined to achieve <br />is carved in stone; warmed with sunshine <br />and cooled by gentle rain… resistant to storms <br />A soul free of conflict, in the land of the divine <br /> <br />3/28/2012<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deep-purple-2/
