Impending Loss

Matronly, maternal mother you are not.

Nurturing mother of love,

Narcissus dances through your mind.


With every rejecting shove

You cannot comprehend

The breach I feel inside.


How will it feel when I need a hug?

To whom will I turn for maternal love?


Woe in life,

But love in death.


Impending loss cuts like a knife

Through the doting child's flesh.

This poem is about: 
My family


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