The mother silently weeps
The tears echoing her pain
as Mother Nature imitates her misery
The women of the world;
birthing heads and
giving life to us all
She gently rocks
Backward to front
The figure engulfing in her
sorrow, to witness it all
Empathetic motions to offer
her own condolences
Where her words could never mean
anything worthy of mention
In her head she screams
Shaking from the force to try
to keep it in
A haunting loss of control
that bounces in between the dark
corridors of her mind
A plea for mercy
A penetrating message for anyone
who understands,
those who can relate
Begging to a land beyond the frame
that she’s currently hovering in;
the ideal representation of grief
Feeling alone instead of connecting
to Father, Mother, Sister, Brother,
Neighbor…
Protected from the world from
the very source that keeps us allied;
even if some refuse to see it
She gazes out
With her wrinkled wet face
through the rain-splotched glass
Seeing past her garden,
The land where she was born,
The places she has lived,
the cities she has traveled
Ignoring any boundary laid upon
her memories
Only feeling the mourning and the fear:
Skin vibrating, tingling feeling
Hair standing straight on arms;
the first responder to the
aching hollow
burrowing beneath her pariah chest
Carving away flesh until heart is
discovered, hardened to the
blackness