of course
he called out for his mother
that’s what dying men do.
invoking three times,
mom, mom, mom,
first for aid,
then, comfort;
finally, with his last breath.
heartsick, we hear the knell:
mom, mom, mom;
we pray
for good, cautious sons
outnumbered by
strong daughters.
Love you, Jane.
😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏