I loved her still

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.