Stand Against Domestic Violence
A Daughter's Plea
I have wept incessantly, decades of tears,
Reflected fluorescently, hued in mirrors.
Shrouded in silence, a bruised bosom portrays
Domestic violence, a loved one betrayed.
In the autumn of my life, cheeks grayed by rain,
Mid memory of strife, and shrieks of disdain,
My spirit cries, in soulfully sought release,
From wretched reprise, begs woefully for peace.
As a daughter of the dead, pleas I impute:
When abuse rears ugly head, cease to be mute;
Stand aghast at the maimed, at death of mothers;
Apathy is the shame when breath is smothered.
I implore you now, nigh another will prey
Upon a weak brow, beaten down in foul play.
This survivor knows, together we must band
To battle the blows, fury of raging hand.
In Memory of Mom ~ Anna Mae Cox
July 12, 1935 ~ December 1, 1975
Death by Domestic Violence.