A name, still echoing through the water
A girl throws a pebble away
into the water
A drop shakes entire lakes
The choices you made
to follow the man of your life
were never meant to work
A clean cut
bursting into life
became your shame,
misery of motherhood
At the time you were sectioned,
leaving a nine-week-old baby behind,
Mom, you were truly
free, free from the world of rules
How many days I blamed
my sex
for costing you life
By the time you were discharged,
you were no longer the mother:
I was
Drips upon your grave
shake three worlds,
thirsting for your touch