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!