Poetry

Dear Mother

You fed us, clothed us, kept us warm

Held us, taught us, showed no scorn

Every day you gave your time

your life, your love, your soul, your rhyme.

You never once had idle hands

You worked two jobs to meet demands

and never once did you despair,

complain that life just wasn’t fair

The only wish you ever dreamed

was to be a mother; wife esteemed

and so you gave up all your life

for small desires, full with strife

I didn’t understand your needs

and now my heart, for you it bleeds

Your cherished girl, lost out the blue

a husbands illness moved him too

And now you live your life alone

with only me to call your own

A life confused, and filled with space

I’m sorry, I can’t take their place.

Though just because I can’t be smothered

Doesn’t mean I love you less, dear mother.

 

Disposition of Two

It lay, soft and forlorn
Pressed tight against her leg
Breath held as she tried to ignore

They sat, squashed,
sweating onto her thigh
The clammy warmth unsettling

The prevented tense, became a shuffle
A grimace in the dark, as she turned
Their awkward alliance brushed aside
Pulled apart in silence
Left, to not discuss another day.

Prelude

Tears extended

Overlaid with betrayal

Over watched with guilt

Another tissue discarded

Scrunched and screwed

Filled with regret

The room thick with sorrow

Clogged with slow acceptance

Of wasted time, of failure

Denial cast with remorse

A double edged coin

Of a fading currency