Mother’s Death

And beneath me
The ground yield.
My origins are at an end.  I cry out
Greeted only by silence.
Only the grief remains with me
Along with the death drive.
It emerges.  It merges.
She will never be back.
All that is left is her plain gold
Wedding band
and the residue of her deathbed agony
And although in life we denounced you, in death
Your stamp, your mark, your bond is firmly
Imprinted upon us
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One Response to “Mother’s Death”

  1. sanabituranima Says:

    *thousands of hugs*

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