The Woman In A Matchbox - Poem by alex sarich
From birth, a guiding hand
who desired to help fulfil dreams
flesh from Mother to Child
feeding the veins in her body
blinded by divisions of love
and hate between parent folk
a soul cocooned in Satin's garden
a tortured heart in shards of woe.
This placid besieged woman
took a hand for better or worse
bonded by birth of kin
sworn to raise by devotion
though a link in the chain had
broken, feeling bereft and sad.
A second chance to rid the poison
within body and mind
gathered thoughts of new beginnings
with births of four new faces
but turned slave for drunks
paradise was a dream in disguise.
A tormented servant of life
locked in a Matchbox for half a century
the already fragile walls have now
become a final resting place and sanctuary
body embalmed, blessed to rest in peace.
The last days of silence
will carry her legacy forward
to be remembered always.
The Woman had lived her life locked away in a shell unable to wrench free from a tormented and burdened life. In memory of my Mother who died of heart disease in August 1976.
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