To an "ex-Mum"

What is left but he’s dead
An ex-mum said
A cold smile rubbed her face

What am I;
A body on the ground
Still exists yet a zombie?
“I am an ex-mum,” she declares
None to celebrate

What remains in me
That his remains I couldn’t see
With each and every passing day
Never to recede
While constantly bleeding
“I have no more”
“I’m done”

Above us clouds are changing
Sometimes tender or starkly dark
With or without our children
Dead and alive

Do we ever ask to be one
Before they come;
Unbeknownst to our bosoms the utmost joy?

One is shaken when hers’s taken
What is it one pleading to come back:
The joy to oneself or to life?

The clouds are wheeling everyone’s
not only ours, not only yours
I am with children, you are none
Our duties aren’t done
God’s the hope
Even when a life’s no more