Impressionable Experiences: How Mommy Died: Death's Shroud


Impressionable Experiences

How Mommy Died

"Death's Shroud"

1993

 

Mother,

Where has,

the artist,

gone?

I miss her,

everyday.

 

Dear mother,

Where may,

we find her?

This world is,

missing her,

every hour.

 

She seems to have fallen,

through those cracks,

into which one becomes,

obsolete.

 

Oh how do I summon her,

or am I too late?

Does she live or die,

I don't know why,

but I feel that her grave,

has been dug years ago.

 

The dirt isn't fresh,

and the grass grown over.

That artist's soul,

must have departed, years before.

How do you rate this article?


5

3

Brandy Seymour
Brandy Seymour

I enjoy politics and finance and filmmaking topics.


Brandy Seymour Poetry
Brandy Seymour Poetry

Poetry written by Brandy Seymour

Send a $0.01 microtip in crypto to the author, and earn yourself as you read!

20% to author / 80% to me.
We pay the tips from our rewards pool.