Eclipse of the Son

Stars shine brightly in the Heavens
as they do in a mother’s eyes

Our star warms our days and lights the moon for our nights
as our children warm our hearts and reflect our love

But the motions of the Heavens can blot out the light
and we are left in chilling darkness

Light at its dawn, eclipsed
a twelve-year-old boy is dead

© September 19, 1995 Karen Farrell, all rights reserved

This poem was written in response to the tragic murder of a young boy by his father.

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