6th January 2011

Flipping pages and eyes downcast,
Face stern, a mother’s past
of memory, longing and habitual smiles,
A walking child on countless tiles,
Alone, sweet but bitter,
A gentle sun further down,
The gritting teeth of determination,
A heart represented by salvation.

A life, left behind,
Fear, long forgotten,
For every waking memory holds truer than true to every heart.
A symphony oh music, a love long lost,
One mistake the entire cost;

Writing, writing,
Reading, reading,
“Tell me now that you aren’t leaving.”
A broken bond, fingers loose,
the earth below,
a dizzy haze
a lifeless ground

yet far beyond.
Sensation, through
the fingers
that never, never let go.