Lost ©

I went looking for her
In the weeks that followed
On my pathetic pilgrimage
Needing to believe
That when my key returned
To the door I would smile again

I did try to smile
I curved my lips upward
While my heart was stone
The false grimace deceived
As the pile of ironing increased
How could I iron when I was seeking

Twice I thought I saw her
Once her familiar coat in a side street
For a brief time my heart was full
Only to see some one else’s Mother
Who did not even resemble mine

The second time my eyes met another’s
It was then I knew it was time to go home

Days passed into weeks
And peace settled after exhaustion
I had moved into another realm
Blessed are they who mourn
My green days were at my back