Poem -
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 herΒ
I missed her love
But I was never enough.
Marion Price
(2018)Β
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Comments
such a sadness to this piece. I can truly empathize. I love your craft. I just can't get enough of your lovely verses.
Such a lovely thing to say Thankyou ?
A heartfelt write from the child within. BeautifullyΒ crafted.
Thankyou so much xx
Absolutely Stunning write xx
Thankyou for all your wonderful comments on my work Carole, I so appreciate the feedback and I get the time thing. There are so many I want to catch up with on here, so much talent but never enough time!?