Linda Batchelder

Cry For Mother

The blackest veil of illness
Shrouds you as the night.
No light to penetrate the dark,
No laughter hides within.

Greedy fingers snatched away
The loveliest of jewels.
Without apology or sound,
This treasure disappeared.

Torn away with vengeance
Fragile corners of your mind;
Lay forever buried deep
Within the sands of time.

Hanging on the edge of this,
A bird with broken wings.
Every fiber of my being cries
For you to fly again.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Poem Edited: Monday, March 14, 2011

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Comments about Cry For Mother by Linda Batchelder

  • Marci Made (6/20/2007 5:01:00 PM)

    This is so very sad but such a beautiful write. When illness and the end strikes our Parents, especially when they and we are very young it is a difficult cross beyond acceptable, we want to make it all go away but alas we can't. Keep writing.~~~~~marci. :)

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