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
here.
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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