"Grief"

My Mother Is Like A Faded Cloth

Torn

Battered

Beat

Full Of Dust,

Hidden Away.

Torn From The Pains Of Life

Battered By The Divorce And The Lies She Wove So Gracefully

Beat From All Of That Collapsing On Her,

The Dust Covers Her Memories

Hidden Away From The World, To Hide The Shame Of The Family

Of The Girl

Who’s Mom Killed Herself.

One Day We All Hope That We Can Sew Up Those Tears

Straighten Out The Lumps In The Cloth

Lay The Cloth Out To Be Relieved Of The Weight

Clean It Up With A Nice Good Scrub

Put It Out On The Fence, For All The World To See,

And Maybe, Just Maybe

One Day We Can Make A Dress Out Of That Cloth

And Wear It Proudly.

One Day, We May Forget About Our Grief.