Love is a useless word,

when the one you love

could not be heard

on the morning of a gentle dove

Mother,

love is a meaningless sound

A cruel and sick gimmick

of love that isn't loud

a sound no one can ever mimic

My Mother's only vow,

Where love has no bounds

and it has no limits

yet still love goes round

While mine was left at our doorstep.

Mother,

Love is mean

Love is cruel

And so is that of which life has taken

all my joy 

and thrown it away.

forever lost in peaceful slumber, that slumber that took my mother's breath away.