Cry of a Mother
Half of the time, I smiled,
For the better half, I raised him.
I painted his future with fine strokes,
I put amber where light was dim.
What went wrong?
I wish I could answer, I wish I knew.
I wish my flesh and blood,
Gave me a better adieu.
Till the last tear they will shed in grief,
I'll remain by their side.
Weeping in silent tears,
I'm shaking from inside.
Hold me tight, as tight it can be,
Though my soul is trying to break free.
*This poem is written from the perspective of Nancy Lanza, Mother of Adam Lanza, who killed 26 people, including 20 kids in Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newport, Connecticut, after killing his Mother.