I really tried to capture a mother's grief. I have never been there so maybe I haven't done it too well. Just imagining that loss was so awful.

A home without Maisie

all tattered and torn.

The creaking sad loneliness

and loss of first born.

No tinkle of laughter

the walls closing in

waiting for news

my nerves paper thin.

The days that I try

to make sense of it all.

But inside me is grief

the size of a ball.