Tonight I am the Pieta
My splendid Son
In so much pain
His heart broken
His eyes brimming
He is learning
The cruel lesson of love
The knife wound of
Severed connection
Lost dreams.
He sits with me
And turns this
Love over and over
Seeking the key
To make it hum again
“It’s over”, he says
“Broken irrevocably”
And sadly goes
To the final encounter.
I hold him in my heart
Knowing there will be
Other times to love.
He is richer for this pain –
This sorrow of
Heart torn asunder.
He has ventured out
Joined the dance
And will again
But now…
His wound is deep
His sorrow great
And he is lost in grief
He is a man
And I am proud.
– jml
