Mother, you are not living nor dying~
just frozen in between two worlds
like a hopeless holocaust victim

Skeletal, too frail to make a fist,
and abandoned by hope~
a bucket full of dreams empty
Your legacy? Uncertain.
Sins? Forgotten.
And love, sweet love
once savored with drool is
buried under an electric blanket

Until the thread gives way,
I will curse nature for
being such a cruel selector

Written by Sara Fielder © Sept 2012