Sisters
I tried to cry but the pain was there
I felt the hour of our shared despair
Sisters bleed as time turned gray
Mingled tears from another day
A mother gone so much not said
A wilted memory and sadness shed
A soft word in a written note
A longing shared our grasps remote
Sisters bleed as time turned gray
Mingled tears for another day .
Copyrighted: 2016 CMM
I Do
If I could walk among your shadows,
but I can’t.
If I could but know your footsteps in your trail,
instead I am lost.
I read your final letters to catch insights from you,
I am left with questions.
I look through your archways of cover words,
I no longer feel protected.
I barefoot my thoughts onto the cold marble of time,
and morose sensations are all I feel.
No one asks permission to enter our lives,
or permits death in order to leave.
It just all is, and you are certainly gone,
you said in time no one would remember,
I do.
Dedicated to a friend who lost his battle with cancer.
© CMM 2011
Sterile Winter’s Return
Cold the sun
which days now come,
a frozen still breath,
a summer now done.
Barren limbs
widows time,
to watch and listen
a quiet sublime.
Oh, but the promise
of summer’s youth,
is lost among dried
leaves now mute.
No wind, no breeze,
does not remain
as time has come,
winter’s season now reclaimed.
© CMM 2012
Eagle and Child Inkling 