mom poem

softly now the light of day
desolate and lone
i love the old melodious lays
we break the glass whose sacred wine
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
did you ever hear of
some of the hurts you have cured
i said, i have shut my heart
he came and took me by the hand
in your flight
why are the things that have no death
i made a vow once, one only
the shadows of the ships