Una folds
the letter
and puts it
in the white
envelope
grim reading
Mother'd died
from cancer
last weekend
no one rang
to tell her
not a soul
just the one
lone letter
from a friend
saying so
so she'd gone
to her God
closer to
Him than me
cut me off
from her life
now her death
Una says
to herself
all because
I was gay
and slept with
the women
not the men
God's curse on
you she'd said
now she's dead
Nuala
my lover
will console
me today
when she comes
we'll make love
in my bed
and make peace
with the ma
in my head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sadly the feeling of rejection will not go away. Can't understand parents like that. Whatever happened to unconditional love? Just an illusion. Good topic. Tom Billsborough