Mourning for What Once Was
Bittersweet is the mother unforgotten
The care she once gave,
necessity in return
All she once taught
has left her in stray
Unending love overlooks a horizon
a terminal line that
will always evade
A child now cares,
worries, and wonders
how to move on from
the grief of the loving
The mother once known
is already dead and gone,
but she sits here in breath
henceforth to depend