I miss my mum
my heart once young
still tries to cling
to a love once so strong
I thought could never break
I miss my mum
the loss so great
I’ll never recover
and today, as I wade
through sand so soft
my very being
balances on the edge of sanity,
and the realization
I will never feel love again,
leaves me invisible and alone.
--Sasha Wolfe
This came from a prompt while I was watching an episode
of “NH Chronicle” about a poet.
