Happy Mother Goes Missing

They found her car

door ajar

blood snaking

across a gravel lot

in a mysterious rivulet

petering out like hope

Once we forget

she’ll rise

with no cliché

set about righting wrongs

the old-fashioned way

lie for lies

and universal requiting

#19 of 30 Poems in November to benefit the Center for New Americans. Today’s theme is BLOODSHED. This was also inspired by Brendan’s DOORS prompt in the Imaginary Garden and am sharing with the Toads!