For a Song.

Only a Mothers Love.

2 min readJun 25, 2023

A poem | Lyric | Grieving Loss While Parenting.

An acoustic guitar, on the beach. A guitar lays upon the sand of a beach. Guitar. A photo of a guitar, alone, laid out on sand. On the beach.
Photo by Rifath @photoripey on Unsplash

For a song,
She meditates.
Here daily, composed.

Her Babes Lullaby.
A Frequency. Arcadian Melody.
She Grieved with Hope.

From those Heavens to which God himself made —
for her Babes, to lay, and to rest after their final breath on their dying day…

To a Depth only known by Our Ravenous Sea’s.

Eyes ablaze with excitement upon our faces; each.
Our skin raises in praises of Mother’s sweet grace’s.
For if only to be at ease…
Back home, showered, clean,

With hopes of him; her only living one— to come home… finally!

All should agree. Though, memory distorted, this meaning of Temporary lived on.
Hanging onto something — Tangibly.
With hopes of their song to come along;
Do they not agree? Doesn’t anybody see?
He wants to come home to his Mommy! Substantially.

Standing free.
On top of what feels like a highest of mountains with this world…




My ideas on the complexities of our mind’s with an appreciation for the “darker” realities— Whilst insisting Hope remains, unwavering, in all of us!.