What was once their own
Heard now is only his groan,
For the mother's love has passed
Never ceasing, only away it has been cast.
For the light came in an instant
Taking her from the world,
To the moon his cries seem distant
To all neighbors, his heart unfurled.
Hopelessly uncertain in search,
Peace sought may come upon a lurch
Towards that light, known only to smirch.
— Anthony Foggiano