Shadows stalk our conversations,
hovering between lines spoken.
Mother fears death and I,
It’s delusional to believe
we can think ourselves well
or avoid pain by seeking only light
I chew on my words
not wanting to inflict harm –
have done enough of that over the years
Pray for peace to guide her passage
the reassurance of forgiveness
Times like this, language
is sorely lacking, we stumble
build sentences, capture moments
Tell ourselves it will be enough.
It won’t be in the end.
It never is.