THE LIVING LOST

For my mother was broken
And my child arms tried desperately to mend her
Tried to glue her together with love
But my child fingers were too clumsy
And the pieces of her were too damaged
And scattered far on the sea of despair
And my child hands tried to pull her out
To cling onto the essence of her
But she was swept away on the blackness
And my child voice called out to her
But she was deaf with the grief
And my child hands waved at her
But she was blind in tears
And so my child heart grieved for her
For all that she had been
And all that she never was again
And I missed her 
I missed her love
But I was never enough.
Marion Price
(2018)