fathers and/or mothers heart broken for
beautiful daughters and sons
only thru memories they can only adore
cleft psyche, gut-wrenching,
woefully torment searing
within mind doth bore
recovery from such a loss
as prized progeny
well nigh impossible chore
haunted by priceless offspring,
neither surviving papa/ mama can never lever a jarred door
not ever again hearing soft pitter patters across the floor
mental angst now fraught with blood & gore
this haint mooch different frosty hoar
than a g.i. Joe in battle fatigues bidding a final bon jour
locked in moral combat with korps
indelibly etched in conscience
bent on evoking nightmares
like an ogre per folk lore
sans once happy go lucky faces smile no more
nor
will horror of grief abate,
but continue to pour
inducing incessant screams
from tigress roar
that remain in cerebral store
vis a vis an awful imp prim a tore
hammering, nailing, wrenching,
et cetera phantoms
once genetic gems of yore.