i am 50 years old
and i am a child
in my missing mother’s
loving arms

her absence
is like black cancer
hiding deep
within the flesh of my life
welling up
from time to time
making me retch
with the sickening bleakness
of it all

thank god
for her image
etched in silver on my heart,
it glows softly
leading me through my dark

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