Mother 

The Stone slabs somehow reflect the light of the full moon
Come to visit the place where silence and tears reign
It’s past midnight, father will be worried,
But that’s ok, she’s come to visit mother
Mother knows where she is…

She pushes the long grass to read
The writing half faded 

Father comes here no more…
So she’s brought flowers on his behalf too
She bends down to put them before her mother
As she stands up, the gentle breeze
Plays with her long golden hair… 

Why did you have to leave mother?
She needs you; you were everything!
She has started to cry,
Softly at first, now uncontrollably
It’s been a long time,
Five years or more now, she’s 17…
She’s a little calmer now,
Only a few tears now roll down
From over flowing eyes 

She’s drawing something from her belt
It’s a knife from fathers’ collection…
What is she doing with it…?
The silver blade glints in the moon light
She puts the tip to her throat
‘Sorry mother’ she whispers
‘I can take it no longer…’ 

The silver blade slowly becomes red
She starts to feel faint, and collapses
What a pity… That elegant body,
That delicate hand,
Holding that once silver blade,
Now covered in innocent blood…
But mother will understand…

She always does…

Poem written by Tatiana Lasevicius Copyright © Please do not copy without prior written consent from the author