To My Mama

the beautiful music box is broken

and cannot play the same tune as before

and the gauze clouds in  its inveterate kingdom

have left the sun and are weeping evermore

they are weeping and I the child

that cannot turn the key in it anymore

have left the room and am wandering

where only angels can implore

I have left the room and the broken castles behind me

I would leave the world if that were granted too

I loved the beautiful music box too dearly

I hated the world that smashed it into two:

one forever half weeping, one  that kept looking for the glue

to glue the broken heart  to  Forever

so beautiful that was you.

mary angela douglas 29 september 2021