I wish I could have told her
in an interoffice memo
to keep him home
on Saturday night
because he was scheduled to die.
My heart aches for her
and her loss.
And every day
that I am not greeted by her smile
and sincere sweetness,
I am reminded of her pain.
It is not right
for a Mother
to bury her child.
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