The words escaped my lips, a sigh, \"I miss my mother,\" reaching high. Then darkness fell, a chilling dread, A mother\'s face, I\'d only read.
No gentle hand, no loving gaze, Just self, reflected in a haze. Yet still, I loved, a fractured plea, Each broken shard, aimed hopelessly.
She breathed the air within the walls, My love for her, it never stalls. Though distant, cold, a frozen shore, I loved her still, and wanted more.
Her anger rained, a bitter sting, While silence let her husband swing. I begged for help, a whispered plea, Still loved her then, desperately.
To strangers, opened wide our door, Her husband\'s rage, I couldn\'t ignore. I loved her still, a blinding light, Lost in the shadows of the night.
Now blocked, estranged, a final blow, For siblings caught in undertow. I miss her now, the pain remains, A love that cuts, like endless rains.
I wish I didn\'t feel this ache, A heart that\'s destined to break. Easier, to simply cease, Than bear this love, and find no peace.