Adrift

I was upset with my mother and I wrote this...

Smiles and comfort with lunch today
Hugs and kisses will tuck you in
Flowers filled with laughter and promise
There is everything for the world

The artist paints with hesitation
He rips the colours and devastates
Tears through your significance
A watercolour washed with hate

She will have nothing of you
Cold and lost with no prediction
She is withered inside and stone
Her picture crumpled and torn

In another place, not here
She cries for me, for us:
“Everything that makes me love you”
It rains out in storms of horror and lies
Warm and beautiful, and gone