When tragedy struck 

It devasted the mother 

Of the poor boy in our village

Weeping for months

Her mournful cry

Heard in our neighborhood

Still heard her wailing 

On her son’s death day

Year after year at the accident site

Wholeheartedly she pled to heaven 

Never could she win back her son

Only more grief laid down in her heart

How brief was her joy

Watching her child growing

How long were her grievous years 

Mourning the tragedy  

Villagers sighed

Wished she never had that son

By Shih-Fang Wang

From: United States