♥️Poem about losing Mum to brain cancer. Themes of death and grief ♥️
Right hand, labours on.
Burdened
by the clay of her body
A stubborn limb.
In tempered skin.
Still, her left
Passed in Spring.
Its gentle palm
Curls open.
Leaning into the
surly revolt of her body.
Summer swirled.
A haze of sun.
And delicate
forget-me-nots
Autumn threatens floods.
Swollen clouds loom overhead.
We brace for bitter winds
In the Winter of her life.
And the rain pours.
And the rivers carve a map.
And the days pass.
Searching the blur of her body.
A vulgar wristwatch throbs.
Pulsing past a beating heart.
Mocking mottled skin.
And the rain pours.
And strength settles into the seat.
A soft creak of leather
Warms the room.
Whispers of my presence
Saturate the cell walls
of her coma.
And the rain pours.
And unearths an infinite truth
A graceful dance. She flees
The wreckage of her broken body,
Expired lungs exhale all suffering.
A parting gift.
And the light guides.
And she sets sail.
And the light guides.
A compass tears through swollen skies.
And the rain pours.
And the floods rise.
And the banks burst.
And the rain pours.
And the rapids
Drag me into the gutter.
Copyright © Anna Grace Du Noyer 2020
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