Shes gone, I died.

Mother held the child
For that is hers
Closer
I came home staggering
To mother
You cannot drive the wedge
Faltering, teetering just a little
She looked sad, mum
You looked slightly sad
When you half turned
And I fell to knees
And words were blunt
For you no longer sharpen me
And blades cannot be cut
Without grinding stones
Kissing contours
Blunt
Yet to the point
I was told
To leave
And the street was black
For light had failed
The sodium derailed
Long gone the silver cross pram
You made me what I am
she cut me fine
That time was yours and mine
And only ours for I gave life to you
The private moments
We forged them
Unique, no one like us
Genetic
the whole world
|I never made the bed tonight, mum
For I’m never coming home
I never mopped the floor she said
For wallow in dust and pity
Sleeping sand is gritty
In our eyes
You will never come home
so oversleep
In comfort and dreams
To blank it out
And with effort and concentration
You are huge in imagination
And in dreams fantastic
And almost real
And I see crisp white cotton cloud
Perfectly arranged the palette of sky
Is crisp blue
You loved winter skies
And in autumn leaves die
And summer we tried to make it work
On foreign shores
But adolescent killed the baby
And born
Our orchestra of attributes
You perfect resolute creature!
Mother
Yes I still do
And you know it
Yet, nothing
Yet cold a clockwork heart
You tired with your jump-start
Repeated you tried
Whilst I withered
I died
The feeling withered
The life raft of female flesh gone
On my stomach swan
Twisted neck in tears
Shes gone.