Dear Mother

 Dear Mother,

I ache for your embrace,
And the sharp edge of your voice,
It never dulled the moments,
In those small infinities my heart continued to sway,
In the direction of your ways.

I lived for rebellion, thinking I could be better somehow.
When I only wanted to be like you.
And now I long for the ground, just to be like you.
But in my mind you were always alive,
As immortal as I.
But because I'm not, I couldn't have ever guessed.
I had never pictured you cold, where roses grow from your icy breath.

Perpetual breath that is not there, but continues to be. 
Your existence was longer than the sweetness of oblivion,
And your dreams washed away with the sea.

Do you mourn for the dreams that you had?
I promise I will carry on with them.
Even if I have no clue how to navigate the labyrinth that was your head.

I trust you as my lighthouse,
As the red sky before Dawn,
The shining star that can guide any lost soul home. 

But there you lie, pale and still,
Always waiting for eternity to come.
You're in its embrace, sleeping in the earth.
The days you lived never measured how much you're worth. 


And so, I will continue to water the flowers,
That grow because that is all that they know how to do, 
With the tear drops that come not only from my eyes,
But the heart that came from you. 

Author's Note

This poem might ramble a bit, sorry for that. Also - Dawn is capitalized on purpose. I'll tell why if you ask.

Reviews

[B.J]

Dawn was and maybe still is a bit of a rebel I guess? Correct me if I am wrong ,please. You remind me of my daughters and some of the things they said to me later in life. Your poem is straight from the heart, so grounded the way I like to read.