July 2015
i live about forty miles from London in a place called Basingstoke, Hampshire. I have published some seven collections of poetry and have about a thousand poems floating around the web. But more important to me is if someone I don't know were to send me an email telling me they were moved by my work.
Bye Ma
She could see the look in my eyes
as I tried to pull the tears back in
that hatred...
that pity..
Nothing really mattered anymore
but her last act.
She knew I was not a normal person.
I didn't care what people thought of me.
So she let me go —
told me NEVER to come back
not to see her like this anymore.
Her last gift to me;
the gift of life to the gift of death.
I had never been there for her —
and she had always known
I never would be.
©2015 Marc Carver