“Mourn with Those Who Mourn”

A tender and beautiful poem reflecting on the death and burial of Michael Brown.

Confessions from Momville

A mother buried her son today;
No words can take that pain away.

Choir voices sang so sweet and strong,
Some preached a figurative call to arms.

All the while she rocked slightly to and fro,
To the quiet rhythms of a mother’s woe.

In their fold she didn’t ask to be
With Sybrina, Lucia, Wanda … Mamie.

In the world outside are raging divides,
Politics collide in hateful diatribes.

Helpless and scared to help most others know
Taboo topics discussed can bring healing, make whole.

Promises to Keep I read to my son
History retold and when Joe Louis won,

A moment treasured when I saw his spark
He gets it a little; it’s a good start.

My hope to fulfill the motherly call:
Raise sons who have understanding for all.

A mother buried her son today;
No words can take that pain away.

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Author: David Swanson

Pastor of New Community Covenant Church in Bronzeville. Collecting signs of life.

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