My Dearest Mother

My Dearest Mother

written by: huntersjames

@huntersjames

 

Negotiating Life,

Exquisitely perverse.

Ask a butterfly

Wiped away our tears,

Choking back words like cotton

Holding hands with mom.

Crying in the rain

Inside a bubble we made,

Black and white prism.

She won at marbles,

Last night she held her Rockwell,

To remind her when.

Then she was no more,

We’d known each other too well,

The last time it rained.

When you’re almost done

Lights are brighter colors glow

Mistletoe will know.

Hiding from the light

Death slouches mean under clouds

Never shows his face.