Its too late she knew
It was too early too
It hadn't sunk in
The grief hadn't overcome her just yet
And she waited
No tears to show
As she laid her son
In the cold
Waiting for him to leap out of his grave
Waiting for them to show her his face
But they kept the sheet firmly on
Shaking their heads kindly
They whispered around her
A martyrs mother they called her
But it was too late
perhaps too early
And nature had reversed her ways
A mother burying her son