Mother: Forgive me

Covered by the shadow

Of the Cypress of our lilac love,

Trying to find my futile footing

On the roots of truth

That seem to be unearthing,

Kept buried and trivial for so long

 

But now I am unsure

As they are forcing me to kneel

Showing off my unveiled soul

 

I see you look at me

A vision wrapped in doubt

An Asphodel boutonnière

Wrapped in your pocket

Taken from the meadow in which

We have lain in for too long

 

So take this hyacinth

But not my hand,

So I can find solidity and stand.

 

Embroidery, Beading and latex on canvas

(7"x10")

2019

Done