Mary's point of view
Underneath the crimson sun, beneath the stars and stripes, beyond the warmth and comfort of a sweater and mother earth, lets weep and travel to the deep end of the ocean.
One bitter sweet day an infant ray of sunshine was laid to rest and said nomore.
The unexpected loss of life set a couple's love nest on fire.
Its truly a mad world whenever bad sad news is more accepted than good news and there is no need to pray anymore.
Gray black rain clouds hovering above a daydreamer's paradise prophesy a storm is coming.
Returning back to clay, dying prematurely is nearly as tragic as a Shakespearan play.
The shedding of innocent red blood gives a voice to those who are broken, taken for granted or just slipped away.
Missing unconditional agape love, silence now fills an empty room, a barren womb where a life once occupied.
Never easy or silly, life will never be a fantasy for as long as the valley of death continues to exist.