These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England.

Tuesday, 11 February 2014

Heart broken

Heart broken

You never forget
the sense of whole-ness
that you knew when your mother was
Like the smell of freshly baked bread
the reality of loss is easily accessed.
Sick and broken without her,
 you trudge through a morass
 of life eternally tinged
 by absence.

 Nothing can ever be the same again.

 © Marjorie H Morgan 2014
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