• Sweet
    Mother
    You had life
    You could not doubt
    Your breath
    As you inhaled
    As you exhaled.

    Lonely
    Mother
    You had a light
    You could not see
    My sorrow
    As it flickered low
    As it flickered off.

    As I dream
    I see your eyes
    They are but gray pools

    As I wake
    Your face lingers
    No longer can I see its life.

    I cannot recall
    my memories
    Coming across in fragments
    Shredding in to my afflictions.

    Has it been so long
    Are my memories fiction?
    Am I grasping this ragged story
    With a twisted sense of woe.

    My mind torments me
    With vivid memories
    I long to forget

    It holds tight
    To the cold,
    Heavy weight
    Of your hand.

    It lets loose
    Of the soft,
    Musical sound
    Of your laughter.

    The darkness fell
    On a night years ago
    Who else can still see
    Your somber privation.
    crying