by Alex Sarich

Created on: January 17, 2011

From birth, a guiding hand

she desired to help fulfil dreams

flesh from Mother to Child

feeding the veins in her body.

Blinded by divisions of love

and hate between parent folk,

a soul cocooned in Satin's garden

a tortured heart in shards of woe.

This placid besieged woman

took a hand for better or worse

bonded by birth of kin

sworn to raise by devotion

though a link in the chain had

broken, feeling bereft and sad.

A second chance to rid the poison

within body and mind

gathered thoughts of new beginnings

with births of four new faces

but turned slave for drunks

paradise was a dream in disguise.

A tormented servant of life

locked in a match-box for half a century

the already fragile walls have now

become a final resting place and sanctuary

embalmed, blessed to rest in peace.

The last days of silence will carry

her legacy forward and will

always be remembered.

In memory of my Mother who died of heart disease in August 21st 1976.v  

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