Mam

She is the unnamed wife

of the God of war

and does not get love from anyone;

so she goes to the woods at the end of each day

to get some from the fairies.

She then has enough to go around

for those who do not reciprocate.

Don't get so caught in her pitiful gaze

that you forget that love is fruit, not bread.

Memories are blurry because they have to be,

You have to try to remember what she said.

She clung to a parasite

and apologized for discrepancies

She brought her kin

and apologized for theirs.

Though she did not lay a finger on them

Pain can leak through any structure

Any creature, any class,

but how mam didn't mean to.