Passions Lost

Passions Lost

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 half forgotten
Gifts now lost in the mundane
So lost you can’t recognize them
Anymore