A poem by Andrea Loftus
• Our Mother •
Please,
can anybody help my mother?
She’s struggling to breathe.
Her lungs are up in flames,
we’ve brought her to her knees.
Please,
can anybody help my mother?
She can’t see the wood, for the trees
have evicted the life inside them,
as they drift into dust in the breeze.
Please,
can anybody hear my mother?
I swear I just heard her scream,
but the echo came from deep under
the blue blanket of rushed rising seas.
Please,
can anybody see my mother
underneath this material mound?
Through the chemical cloak it seems
she is nowhere to be found.
Please,
if anyone meets my mother
once we’ve gone and she’s free to heal,
tell her there were those who loved her
but our fate, just like hers, had been sealed.
AL.
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