Never have I seen a heart,
so wrought with open woe.
As a mother with a child who,
was far too young to go.

And nothing is as hopeless as,
watching parent bury child.
The scene burns into memory,
as if your eyes have been defiled.

Pray you never come to see,
your offspring meet deaths' kiss.
For naught in all the world I know,
is a purer pain, than this.