my mother taught me
a great deal, but not how to
go on without her.
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth
Poetry(n.) a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. an anthology of visceral verses and pretentious poetry. (this is a collection of my shorter pieces).
VI. SHE LEFT TOO SOON
my mother taught me
a great deal, but not how to
go on without her.
