Cry For Mother Poem by Linda Batchelder

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.