Molten Tears
written by: Jane Davidson
@Poetrycafe53
Daughter, why do jagged flower petals,
catch in my wings and sting my eyes?
Mother, it’s only my molten tears, fashioned
into memories, searching for you.
Why didn’t I hold my children’s laughter –
in amber before it faded?
Mother, Your arms will never be empty–filled
with earth.
How did my words get lost in mountain storms?
See, they are all still here – etched in granite.
Then there’s no hope.
No, there’s no hope.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
When my mum died I was determined to be strong and carried on not letting my grief out – that was a mistake which can cause physical illness.
Writing a poem about my mum helps to release deeply held grief.
The only argument I ever had with her, was when one day she told me there was no hope for any of us, (after she lost my brother).
I argued firmly that there was always hope. Sometimes now I think she maybe right.
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