(A Name Poetry)

Every time I put you down,
Very painfully misunderstood
Embrace it you did, with a small frown
Like no other person would

You wait patiently on my closed doors
Neither a trace, nor clue, nor sound
Silent are you with the outpour
Of deep sadness I had for you found

Regretful then will I be
In all these days and years left
At the countless times that rather we
Nicely put on a show of emotion theft

One day I will just lose you
But I sure do hope I won’t
After all we can always start anew
Remember what to do and don’t

Reminiscing from when I was in your womb
Entailed in my childhood glory
Doubting not, until whose tomb
Our mother and daughter story

Happy birthday, Ma! You are loved. 

From,

Fae