Manchester

A mother's grief ... (Form: Free Verse) A Writer's Cramp Winner

Manchester

You expected to be sad in the fall.
She was off to university …
         How had she grown so fast?
A flower preparing to blossom,
to show her beauty and gentleness
in a world full of possibilities.
         I can still feel her little hand
         forever holding mine.

This! This was beyond sadness.
Only a primal scream could express
         the loss,
                   the heartbreak,
                             the pain.

Her last words left in a voicemail: ...
         ”Mum, I’m safely at the concert.
         Laughter. You worry too much!”
... never to be erased.

Anger does not sooth the hurt.
Time will not heal the heart’s wound.
There is no understanding …
         only mindless darkness.

An entry for "The Writer's Cramp" 
Prompt: Use this quote as the starting OR ending sentence in your poem or short story. Please bold it, as I have done here. "You expected to be sad in the fall." ~ Ernest Hemingway
Line Limit: 40
Line Count: 21