Mother No More

"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..." Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings) Mother no more! You're half-orphan! They said. At just three, I did not know where she went. With some secret-filled smile I went ahead. Through grassy, bushy, thorny, paths so bent, They carried her within coffin coal black... At just three, I did not know where she went. While walking through the same way our home back, I did not know why I did not ask why They carried her within coffin coal black... When I first went to my first school nearby, When my first teacher kissed my hand and cried I did not know why I did not ask why I did not cry; my dad's tears never dried. A feeling, like rough cloudburst, within rushed... When my first teacher kissed my hand and cried With growing up when past feelings got hushed. Mother no more! You're half-orphan! They said. A feeling, like rough cloudburst, within rushed... With some secret-filled smile I went ahead. 22 October 2022 Writing Challenge - Past Memories - ''T'' Forms Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France. Theme: Past Memories Form: Terzanelle