Poetry, motherhood and beyond.
When death finally comes, the sea is calm, an unassuming breeze sweeps the surface // Nothing here speaks of the crashing waves, the scrambling men, the raging froth // that ruled these waters not so long ago // Nothing here knows the magnificent vessel // that brought us here but now rests deep below.
When there's nothing left but silence // When my mind has lost its narrator // When darkness rules and sadness trembles //something beckons, come with.
I didn't want to, but I did // Held it, held it - yes, that's it! - until it faded // When it went, no one missed it // but me.
On Mama's Mind 