by Ciaran Guckian

Sitting at the kitchen table
with a breaking heart
Watching as the ones she loves
Tear themselves apart
She listens to the raising voices
Coming from both sides
Tries to understand their choices
Watching them collide
This freedom they have longed for
comes at a grievous cost
The future they both once
had shared seems eternal lost
Now they seem forever part
The price for freedom won
This mother sees the ones she loves
Returning to the gun

Reproduced with kind permission of the author.