The Linnet's Wings :Take All My Loves, My Love - Page 133

Your death.   Your essence in bullet points. Like a times table I trot out details surprised when my voice catches.   I did not want this normality. A hum drum nod to your passing that makes me choke on every intrusion of memory.   And where is my haunting? My soul screams to feel an echo of your mothering. The Linnet´s Wings Art: Title: A Rose for Mum, OIl on Canvas, MLF 2017 133