I don’t write poetry. But my love for, and feelings about, my mother are obviously so strong that I’ve been inspired twice this year (2013). The following marks the one year anniversary of her passing. I have come to realise that no amount of Time will change the way I feel, and in that respect, anniversaries have little meaning.
Splits and rifts
And yet none.
My silent support
A part of me died with you on this day, 2012.