Who is there to trust?
I made a vow to never speak
To those I do not Trust
For if their persons appear to be shifty,
Their minds must surely be unjust.
I used to be generous with my Trust;
I would display Her without a care.
But men with large mouths and wills to match
Can never identify as fair.
I scorned the shopkeeper who would smile at me
As I would scamper off to class.
I ignored the postman; the neighbors in their minivan
With a glare and a snarl most crass.
For my friends – I no longer have any
I have thankfully cut those ties.
And most family, once dear, I have avoided for years
For all attachment breeds lies.
Though One Person, however, has been allowed to see my Trust,
In all Her cherished Grace
And that One with whom all of me is entombed
Is my Mother and Her warm Embrace.
Never once a desertion, never once a lie
Never a cause for concern
With an Ear always prick’d and words harsh and strict
No other presence do I yearn.
Last night mother died, her ears now sealed, arms cold
She and I now separated by the sky.
Alone I sit near her bed,
The voices laughing in my head,
Taunting, “Who NOW will be your Guide?”