I remember my mom's
Eyes red... Bloodshot,
Eyes leaking, she's been
Crying again...
" mommy what?
What's wrong?" my eyes filling with tears seeing her cry,
she put it down... staring to the
floor ... She reached for
me as I drop to my knees
*No... Not again* and
*God don't take him* not till
Years later did I gain
The understanding of what
The risks meant. What it meant
Risks meant. What it meant
When she told me what she had
Momma wiped the tears
From my eyes pulling my
Head to her chest once more
Before saying
"Babygirl, he's not invincible.
No one is." I didn't understand
I tried to. But she was
Lying.. he wasn't everyone else
He was invincible
However I was madly
Mistaken... he was
Okay this time.
Just a flesh wound...
It was only his shoulder
This time... what mattered
The bullet brought him home.
