remembering Good Friday (troibun)

It is 18:16 and she can’t help but be reminded, He died over three hours ago over almost two thousand years ago. It has rained off and on today and it still remains cloudy…as it it should…


seems fitting
skies weep
as it should

seems fitting
raindrops mimicking
a mother’s sorrow

skies weep
mourning her son

as it should
Good Friday revisited
when sons die

She can’t help but be reminded of my best friend’s recent loss, January 28th…her son…she imagines every mother who has lost a son, every sibling who has lost a brother…loss of a cousin, nephew…and on and on and on…they feel the pain.

© Tournesol’16/03/25

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