The Chasm...

There sits an empty page.
The childhood imagined...
Over decades of rain.

And in the hiding...
No memories bore out.
No widened arms.
A house stands...
left without windows.

All the mourning now.
The fretful lost.
A youth spent...
On wasted heart.

Legacy like wilted stems.
And a doubt...
when newness
should spring petals.

There are no words...
No pain, no love.
Just vast blank space...
Where family should be.

Despite this...
The children of an emptiness
Paint in loving hues.

Bless the mothers
Who fill their children's mouths with love
After a lifetime of knowing heart hunger.