Mother Is Gone
Umbilical cord, slain
By the silver hands
Of Death.
I grieve in mourning.
Naked babe is left,
To writhe and churn,
On tethered ground,
Cold, so cold.
Mother is gone.
The hum of wings fades,
In Time's net,
Of captured dreams.
And umbilical cord, tossed
Like scraps
To the hungry chute,
Is lost.
By the silver hands
Of Death.
I grieve in mourning.
Naked babe is left,
To writhe and churn,
On tethered ground,
Cold, so cold.
Mother is gone.
The hum of wings fades,
In Time's net,
Of captured dreams.
And umbilical cord, tossed
Like scraps
To the hungry chute,
Is lost.
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This poem was supposed to represent the separation of my mother and I, due to her dying; however, it can also relate to my biological mother, who was too young and incapable to care for me.