memoiresoftheunforgottensongs

Lost Soul of the Mourning Mother by Angelique M. Gentry ǀ @memoiresoftheunforgottensongs

Scarlet fever plagues her mind.
She longs for the child that she left behind.
In the woods of last Summer when the water ran dry.
Her loss is a memory that won’t say goodbye.

The gods turned their backs when she prayed for some rain.
All the elders just balked when she spoke of her pain.
The earth crippled her feet when she ran for the nurse.
Cradled in weeds with a stump for a hearse.

Don’t brave the forest. Don’t call out her name.
She’s a spirit that’s lost with a soul that’s been maimed.
It’s the saddest of tales, misrepresented by fools.
Lies demeaning and callous about a girl broke by the rules.

Through her fingers ran rivers that stained her flesh red.
In a puddle of death, she cried out while she bled.
Desperate for help, she screamed and she yowled.
But no one arrived, just the corpse of her child.

So pretty and freckled, heartache staining her cheeks.
She was told to stay silent, her words of loss made her weak.
But the pain was too much, her grief cut like a knife.
By Autumn she’d broke and put an end to her life.

Don’t brave the forest. Don’t call out her name.
She’s a spirit that’s lost with a soul that’s been maimed.
It’s the saddest of tales, misrepresented by fools.
Lies demeaning and callous about a girl broke by the rules.

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