Mother’s Lament

Her room was empty, Except it was not. Filled with the trappings of Her life like the abandoned teddy she received from her First boyfriend, The now barren desk she hammered out Her last minute essays, The blue fairy curtains That captured her dreams,  And the small empty trinket box She once kept her bicycleContinue reading “Mother’s Lament”

The Catharsis

Going to fetch my mother And bring her back   to help me.  It’s bittersweet As I had to humble Myself and ask for help But still to make her feel  Needed. For sure, I  Can do it on my own But want some nurturing. Hope it doesn’t come to fists But sometimes the trek isContinue reading “The Catharsis”