Passion My Heart

So much sadness

Swims about in the sphere of yearning

Ground this longing

Give hope to this simple hunger

For without something to connect

Sweetness

Kindness

 Loving action

Pass without meaning

There is giving to continue

If but passion be granted its due

Tearful as it might be

Never forget, my son

A dry heart

Is a dead heart

Last words

From a mother’s final breath