Hang on, stitching together your page...
Yes, my mother’s gone and why she went
no one has explained. Did I upset her?
Was she simply throwing off her fetters?
From her not a sign or word or letter.
Nearly, now, a year’s been spent.
So we discard her entirely?
Make her wishes into rotten trash?
Crumple up our memories and smash
all that she held dear now she has passed
by her date of expiry?
Missing her, am I an empty shell?
Maybe that’s the reason why she left?
I, so lacking weight of moral heft
drained her ‘til her spirit was bereft,
forced to flee her hollow hell.