Fading Away

You are a shadow person of your mother.
Only perceptible as your mothers good daughter
Even your children are characters in her play.
You the mother them the old you.

It was where your future existed
Directed by history and upbringing
Sharing the same rainbow’s and storms
Invented cloudless summer skies.

Tomorrow a repeating yesterday.
The carousel of time spinning endlessly.
Icy Decembers floral Mays leafy Septembers
Scooping leaves into piles year by year

Where did your passion go to?
A milky mouth of a baby?
The recipe box?
The noises of sex now half forgotten?

Bring back your heart
Come back to me with fire
Don't fade away
Like a dying star.