Drop the Past Behind

Why still talk about a Late Mother No more around with her useful order And an unhelpful, unfeeling brother Stretching The Emptiness Farther? Hard-to-Reclaim time you murder And A Deprivation take farther With childish fixation on A Mother, When a million things would man bother; The one swift to replace another … A past not dropped shuts a border And makes one to not two wires solder … Then, one should the past leave behind Or in snatches bring them to mind.