It is a year today since our mum died. I have written this today.
There is no diamond glint on snow
The melody of music has faded now
Even the echoes of laughter have hollowed out
The dance has stopped
and there is no diamond glint on snow
Death has never been nothing at all
and hopes of resurrection are on pause
as life colourless for now
has gone on and gathered pace
Relationships have been reconfigured
and memory sometimes wears a smile
But I know this - and this alone
I miss her and would give anything for her to be home
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