Friday, April 18, 2014

Afternoon, a dark cloud


Afternoon, a dark cloud over a little town,
the shops closed, the sidewalk clock
and penny scale looking down,

are what a boy knows
that never shows
till now,

when
all around
light screams

blood streams,
and sirens sound,

where, now, is my mother?



2 comments:

Jan said...

How sad these words are, William. But, I also feel the need for my mother...no matter my age~

William Michaelian said...

Much love to you, Jan, with thanks, as always.