Mother's Day Without You

 

This Mother's Day without you strains belief

In life and love and what it means to be,

But there is beauty in my lonely grief.

Your death is like a wound without relief,

Pain on pain as far as I can see,

And so this day without you strains belief.

 

What's the point of living when a thief

Can break into your heart so easily?

But there is beauty in my lonely grief.

 

You fell away from me, a withered leaf

Twisting down to darkness, leaving me

This day without you, chilling my belief.

 

And yet there's beauty in this burning brief

Bright burst of light that ends in agony,

Beauty in the cause of lonely grief,

 

The love I have for you, a jewel-like reef

In silent prayer beneath my empty sea.

This Mother's Day without you strains belief,

But there is beauty in my lonely grief.

 

by

Nicholas Gordon

more of Nick's poetry can be found here

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