Mother

She was here, but now she’s gone
And I feel a profound change
When the anger has no fuel
All aggression slips away
She’s composed of ash and bone
And a void that will not heal
The hand that I’ve been dealt 
Doesn’t have enough to deal
There are times when I am okay
And don’t resent you for letting go
Sometimes I wander an empty house
Expecting you to show
I know I shouldn’t hold on to guilt
But I wish I could patch a thing or two
All I can do now is move ahead
And fill the void with something new

Reviews

[Emily B]

i sat hemming pants for the jrotc at my daughter's high school yesterday, some kid i never met kept calling me mama burns. there are little things that we must remember when someone we love is lost. for instance, my dad has had more to say to me since he died than he ever did while he lived.

much love to you

[Commanda Panda]

Thanks. My mother doesn't talk to me, but I do like looking at the bone shards in her ashes from time to time.

[Emily B]

One day those bones will have something to say

[TL Boehm]

a bit of a different side of you - which I personally like - We all have our personalities, our personas our styles. This one breaks away a bit. It's serious, transparent, I related to it well I suppose because I lost my dad in 2009.

[Commanda Panda]

What most people don't understand is that I have my different facets and phases that I go through according to what's happening in my life. I have my real life poetry and I have my drunken crazy poetry. I am "somewhat" human, and I feel the things everybody else does.

[TL Boehm]

somewhat human. Yes, I would admit that I am somewhat human at times. Whether I want to be or not.

[Baby Ricochet]

Pretty heavy. THings don't always go as planned

[Commanda Panda]

For realz. But there is a silver lining to every cloud.