Lies inside her silvered heart
A golden memory wrapped in layers of mist
And a guilt torn apart
Tiny finger wrapped in warmth
Of embrace of her graceful Mother’s hands
As she teaches her to walk forth
Having lunch on the first day
At school, feeling touch of her mother’s hand on bread
Smiles the shine in her eyes grey
While kids play with toys, she pour
Her innocent wishes to her Mother’s mind -laying in her lap
As her Mother teaches her to endure
Having a single meal that day
She Glances at her Mother sleeping peacefully- and recall
She had nothing but water today
As grains of sand slip through hand
Time flew by, fading her childhood in mystic wraps
Now she was a girl strong enough to stand
Cherished was the ethereal time
Befallen under shadows of her Mother’s Love Divine
Problems dimmed by the wind chimes
With a flash her world shattered
Broken was her Mother’s heart, by her words angry and harsh
-She left with tears flooded
And came back on a stretcher
Wounded-Lifeless her Mother’s lies on blood filled white sheet
With a brand new shawl there
Woman who walked with her mother;told
She bought this shawl for her beloved daughter
To make her anger cold
Mind paralyzed and confused
She looked at her Mother’s feet- and Remembered she had
No money to buy shoes.
A post written in response to The Daily Prompt.
White Shadows 