My Cry Is A Hurricane

A mother’s loss

My cry is a hurricane A siren of portent A maelstrom of the waiting game Until the eye is spent.

My scream is a thunderstorm Against his chest I beat. The slaps leveled unadorned Against him bittersweet.

My rant is an engulfing flood His tears and mine are mixed. Our hearts are mourning doves Reality constricts.

My lament is a downpour Soaking my parasol. Their faces reflect my pain Whilst on the casket sprawled.

My heartache is a drizzle His fingers intertwined. Memories sacrificial For me to realign.

My breath is the mist Over your grave it played. My baby boy I miss Since laid to rest that day.