By Aarron Mondello
21/12/2017
It’s too late for the rain to fall
Down on a child’s tomb
Like tears wetting heavens floor
Soak into her earthen womb
It’s too late for the moon to light
The path for its nighttime kin
For here he sits in his room alone
Fresh cuts upon his skin
It’s too late for the sun to shine
Down on an old man’s face
Confused, scared and alone
He does not recall this place
It’s too late for the wind to blow
The hair of a sickly mother
One last time she closes her eyes
On this world and flies to another
But it’s not too late for those who are left
Behind to mend their hearts
For though the soul is now bereft
They remain forever in the hearts.
©Aarron Mondello2017
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