Mother

Just a poem. Give me your opinion.

Pictures and bottles
A lovers road
A mothers cove
A road untrottled

The blade of your words
The sting of the truth;
Tears my soul
My dear, when will we be whole?

I miss my mothers embrace
Her beauty, Her laugh
The laugh I can't remember;
The beauty I've hardly ever seen,

A cry in the night
A lovers long lost fight
A bottle of fright
Flies in me higher than a kite.

I know this truth, a truth I've denied.
My mothers gone, so why do I stil die?