Oh mother of my mother,

Woven flower crowns against

Your bitter picture frame,

Tears in the shape of woe

Against a white casket, 

We dream about you 

In the solemn past

And how your phantom dread

Coats the once blissful walls 

Of my childhood refuge,

Silent valentine goodbyes

Fall upon deaf ears

As woeful cries echo throughout

A shell of a daughter

On a bleak

Monday morning,

An astounding nightly recital 

Audience a dimly lit streetlight;

Alley cats and broken beer bottles,

A troubled mind and restless demonic thoughts;

Cold Windowsill buried against your worn out knees; 

Did the earth stop spinning, even for a second?

Did a curtain drop? 

Did the concrete kiss your sunken cheek

In reunion? 

-

The nights sting like a sore tooth

As I am reminded of your dark retiral 

The way your angst filled eyes foretold

A heartbreaking departure

No one had the strength to acknowledge 

Awaken by sorrowful dirges rather than your 

Voice over the phone; The feel of your frigid cheek

Against my trembling fingertips, a fictitious tale 

Flower beds remind me of your almost mythical wake,

A gaping hole where your presence should have been 

A moment, too late

An empty safe haven now soiled 

With the memory of red copper 

May the dirt that lays 

Upon your chest

Be as weightless

And light

As your fruitful smile

I cannot sleep at night

Until I've made sure 

All my windows

Are sealed shut