Mum
Scarcely a day goes by
when I don't think of you
You were there (it seemed)
every day of my early years
Then you were gone
That black hole that grew through my teenage years
I never really saw
until now
You sit with me as I write
and listen to this music
descending and rising
like a flood of tears long restrained
(1996)
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