I No Longer Hear You Sing, Mother Of Mine
Today is a day like no other – bonds shatter into dust.
I lost you to the sheering wind – ashes loft on high.
You no longer sing out of tune to me,
evoking memories of tear-stained rain.
A fractured bird that cannot trill
has become my destiny.
Left alone among the masses – searching for a sign
I will never be whole again.
It happened so long ago – or was it yesterday?
Remorseful – time got in the way.
We were flesh before we tore.
The womb calls us to rejoin.
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She is the winner of Spillwords Press 2020 Publication of the Year, her bio is featured in the “Who’s Who of Emerging Writers 2020 and 2021,” published by Sweetycat Press. She is the author of 14 poetry books