THE INHERITANCE

With it came dreams,

dreams of death

with nondescript images

swirled in sensations

of loss and privation.

It had seem a god send

before its arrival --

Her final act of love

for those she held dear.

But with its presence,

loss surfaced

from depths unrealized

in day’s bright light.

I love you, Anna

More than words can say.

I never realized

how dear we were

to you,

Never held you close --

My loss.

MOTHERHOOD UNDONE

She had played the victim

for so long

It was difficult to drop

the role.

Reaching out, 

making needs known,

came only in tears

of recrimination.

How, how can she
be reached?
How made to see
no blame is needed,

just the words
I need you.