Within a mother is where it shows
A broken heart where blood still flows
Where tragedy has split apart
The very center of her heart

You and I will never see or can feel
Her extreme magnitude of loss that is real
Feelings we can never have as a man
We console as best we can

Hearing her plea a humbling request
How can you tell her she is blessed
How do you arrange and integrate in the mind
Something that will never change with time

Holding her tight is all I can do
Trying to show as much Love as one she knew
The experience of losing a Loved one
The loss of a son a greater tragedy I know of none

Still it will not help if all of the writing I may compose
Were fresh as spring and sweet as a rose
It will never remove the pain or help to explain
Within a broken heart where blood still flows
If in a mother is where it grows