UnKnown

My unknown

Unknown nethers twist around me

Not knowing my past

Not knowing my future

 

Her voice is a secret

Pent up inside others

Unknown to me

 

Memories are a daydream

I wish I had

But they are a secret

 

It hurts them to talk about her

Do they know

I need it

 

I need to hear the stories

The recollections

To hear her voice

Author's Note

My mother died when I was a year old, I have no memory of her.

Reviews

[Legion]

:( A saddened and longing piece. I hope you find what you are looking for in your search.

[The Mad Prophet]

Thats sad, but this is a great poem none the less. You expresses how you feel about it, and I love letting people know how I feel. I never met my father, and I never lived with my mother. I saw my mother, but I rarelly do see her. It's tough, but it opens your minds to others with similier problems. I wish you the best of luck, and thank you for sharing.