To Be Lost

Mama

A child wept.
Her eyes wet
With fallen rain of sorrow.

Fill my heart
With your warmth,
Not my eyes
With empty tears,
She echoed.

As she buried her head
In the naked cave
Carved by her arms.
So cold she was
In the night circle.

Why can’t you be here
With me now, mama?
When I need you
Now, mama?

When the meadow grass grows tall
And waves in the wind,
As I motion to call you over
To dance with me,
And feel the sun touch our spirits together.

Mama, I want you!
Don’t say you’ll get rid of me....