Mother

And all of a sudden my little world plunged into darkness-

The darkest one yet.

I felt like a forsaken feather, of no meaning to any world but my own.

Pierced, drilled, struck hard.

Betrayal, envy,hatred.

Terrible torments bothering me from the beginning of time-

I'd done nothing to deserve it.

So there I sprawled in the garden, arms on the delicate tufts of weed.

Conjuring up a smile was a hard row to hoe,

Happy times had withered like the weed.

A familiar hand touched my shoulder.

"You look pale."

I touched it. It was ridged and old, worn out like no other,

Evincing decades of toiling.

Fifty years old but as good as new,

her kiss was nectar.

I had to live for her.