My Mother’s Lost Heart - Brian McSweeney

[Larry Robinson]

My Mother’s Lost Heart

Loses her heart in life’s trials,
Leaves behind her a closet of nightmares
No one born of her declares
The belly of her predator full.

A loving funeral with naught a tear.
Come Emily D. with your gravity,
Lend words to capture the depravity
Mother/daughter disbanded wear.

Human beings are relentless.
We demand heaven or fall into hell,
Limbo for her stillborn no sell:
That soul insult found her address.

Her youngest lived the play for all to see,
Shakespeare’s depth in that tragedy.
>From that one’s husband flowed the grief
Full enough to embrace life’s thief.

	- Brian McSweeney