Sad Clouds

I see pain painted
As clouds on the azure sky
I hear mothers sob
As bombs drop and sons die
And the worst deaths aren't physical
It's when your boy returns home
And you know he's no longer whole
He left part of his soul
On the battle field
In desert sands
Or in the bullet
In the body
Of another mothers son
Who sobs into her hands
Hands she once used for safe return prayers
Are only good now for catching tears
They fall like raindrops
From sad clouds