Stands my Mother

To stand beside my grieving Mother.
Is a storm of rage and pain.
Coupled with something other.
That wants, to isolate.

Removes her heart, from her sleeve.
Fury in her loss,  unleashed.
Transfers, a truth, that screams.
My grieving Mother, can't be reached.

But this, is of no consequence.
No reason for alarm.
Because in me, her strength, transcends.
And we stand, arm and arm.
ARM