Mothers never say goodbye
Fever scratching
In the sweat of the alone
Those who grasped the daylight
Who pulled their children’s hands
Closer to some oddity in the grass,
Touched their curls in the vast dark
And felt together.
Goodbye but not goodbye.
A final touch before
Your fingers start to itch to grasp them back.
This is not only war,
But bravery
Bravery to unclasp
Your hand
From those treasured parts of you.
I let my hand float in the air
And all the structure
Suddenly erodes
They move to the mist
A mist that will never
Be without it’s shroud
Floods and floods of hope
Leave their footsteps at the door
Ghosts
Soft steps away
She hopes she will see your smile again
But hopes she never
will have to say Goodbye.
The shadow and the soul 
Atmospheric and melancholic, addressing a key emotional aspect of personal impact of war and there is rarely anything symbolically stronger than a mother’s love. Particularly liked the lines “ in the sweat of the alone” and “a must that will never be without it’s shroud”