Losing Mama

I write, read, crochet, sing, and play musical instruments. A sucker for learning.

Poem #8

She's still alive yet time is smothering me with

Images of life without her

And now that I'm pondering it

My heart hurts

My eyes ready to bleed

As I'm sitting in this train

Looking at all the women

All of them will not be enough

To fill the void

The immense space that gravity will pull down

Sinking my paper boat of what tiny piece of mother-caused happines will remain

Inside of me

But it will know the way

To lay, rest, and be embedded under my skin

Don't go yet, Ma