Her mind froze, and heart paced faster that it almost exploded,

Her fragile hands trembled, of her age and also fear,

as she slowly removed the pristine white face cloth.

Pregnant silence shattered with her cries,

And her tears flowed.

Violent storm

‘twas.

The cloth unveiled a face, which was very dear to her,

and which grew and blossomed in front of her eyes.

Now, it lay lifeless, and filled her with sorrow.

Her heart, a mother’s loving heart,

couldn’t bear the loss,

of her

son.