A Silent Tear

A silent tear runs down her face

As she stands solid as stone

She looks at her saviors resting place

A grave standing all alone

Not a word could be heard

Except the baby’s cry

And the muffled chirp of a baby bird

Exploring the open sky

She shifts her son and kneels down

To where the coffin lay

She smells the earth and fresh wet ground

And says what she has to say

“Thank you” she mutters through sobbing gaze

For saving my child, my unborn son

You ran into the burning blaze

Not knowing I bore a little one

To raise a child, a single parent

Will have its trials and strife’s

But I’ll raise him right and make it apparent

You’re the one who saved his life.

I’ll bring him to this very stone

When he asks of his father’s resting place

I’ll show him the grave standing all alone

And a tear ran down her face

-Garman-