From birth, catastrophes have hewn your life.
The first was change more massive than yourself.
Each one has sculpted you as best it could:
More recent ones seem bad as life is good.
There's been pain, seeming stronger than the sun;
There's never been a day without a loss:
Her warmth, her milk, the sleep and now the hugs.
They will intrude as much as progress tugs.
You may be sure in future years of this:
Your agonised debates are here to stay.
Frustration will not leave, nor anguish die
But scale themselves to match your thoughts of why:
Why Mummy leaves you crying in your bed;
Or walks you into school then walks away;
Why Dad is silent through your teenage years
And why your every love dissolves in tears.
Don't ever dream the twisting hurt will ease:
It rests, it sleeps but never ever leaves.
If you believe you've nothing left to lose,
You'll prove how wrong you were to even muse.