She tried so very hard

With all of her will to survive

There was often no time

To deeply breathe

To slow down

To love

To trust

To nurture her Self

Or to weep

Those necessary tears

That would germinate her soul

And so when she died

I cried a lot

Sometimes it was as though one body

Could not hold

All of this water

And then it was

I began to love the rain

For the soothing it bought


We cannot travel back in time

But if we could

I would now

Allow myself to

Draw closer to you

But even then

Still you may have tried

To push me away

For perhaps

It was the family curse

To so often carry

This ongoing sense of being

So alone

So bereft

So unheld

So unmothered

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