A Mother’s Passing:

I find it hard to cry,
For I have not lost,
One I’ve loved and held so dear
To sorrow’s merciless cost.

I cannot yet come to cry,
For I have not felt,
The tearing gnawing pain of loss
Of a love for whom I knelt.

I find it hard now not to cry,
For from my heart was torn,
A woman who had loved me dear,
And from whom I had been born.


(...my mother was rather disturbed that i killed her off in this rhyme, though nevertheless, flattered)