Distance

Your sweet soprano is so distant now, dear Mother, So far from my fearful ear.

Did it cherish me yet chooses now to chastise, as if I needed punishment? So why do I hear such a call, such a note moving further away, dear Mother, moving further, further, into that distance? A soprano still but falling, falling. Where are you, dear Mother? Will you return to my head, my heart, even to my timorous ear, though chastising, may indeed cherish with your soprano, cherish yes, even treasure, becoming less distant, closer, closer, yes, less distant still? I knew you would never disappear. but one fears, Oh yes, one fears.

(May 2022)

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I thought of the passing of time and the distance when a loved one has been gone a long time. Yes, I thought of the fear of not being able to remember them clearly. My Dad died 31 years ago, but I still hear his voice as though he was in the next room. A most poignant and relatable write Andrew. Thank you for posting.

Chris

[Red Brick Keshner]

What a moving poem, and how the distance can torment and be shrill and loud. It is like the fear of losing someone but never have, still the fear remains. Haunting in its beautiful way. Thanks for sharing. /Frederick.