now i can think of you again now that the time of fallen leaves acorns and the debris of lost summer days are slowly buried fingers of lichen moss mold rise hiding old dramas arguments and improper language at bay you always hoped too much for me thought i was the graven image of you but that was never the truth the mirror lied reflections of a face but not the soul you always the proper person doing the right thing what the world expected of you and proud of that while i hid behind a smile of a cheshire cat thinking the words that would never be uttered from your pure mouth or mine truth be told until you left then i am free of any guilt to say and do anything knowing i would never get the look of chastisement and disappointment again i am sorry that you never really knew me and the astonishing person i am without the feeling of your eyes watching my back my every employment of a task my words to strangers and the blush of lost lovers that you took over in your zealous need for control i watch as those leaves blow in this october breeze and cover your name i kick earth to help your journey into the rain soaked ground hoping that the worms build casts over you and the roots of the rose we planted constrict your body as you had mine.
NB. this is a work fiction and is not about my mother!! Who is very much alive and a truly wonderful person!
For the other writers work please go to Magpie Tales blogspot.