Solace
In the sunny pasture that I call my life
a shadow lies where mother used to be.
Sickness wields a cruelly tapered knife,
maternal care and comfort cut from me.
A scar that though it fades is always there
reminding me of times of joy and pain,
a lesson tattooed deep inside the heart
to never take for granted, love, again.
A love that flowered deep within the womb
surviving, good and bad, all that is me
still calls to me from deep within the tomb
and dries my tears then softly kisses me.
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2015
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