Told her how very much I loved her
and thanked her for what I knew now.
But I was too young to appreciate her sacrifice.
So instead, I looked at my hands
as she got up to leave
and simply wept as she pulled me close.
Then her warmth left me and she walked away
while I screamed and cried and tried
to chase after her as she left in the direction
of the roars and cracks.
Styx and Hades caught me
and held me back.
And as I struggled against their strong grip,
I cursed that I was only a Godling,
I had no powers, I was no Goddess yet.
All I could do was watch as her form
grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared
into the light at the mouth of the cave
that brought us here.
Endings
No one teaches you how to prepare
when you are a child of war.
One day your mother is with you.
The next she is gone.
We do not get safety and
stability. Both are snatched
at the whims of men and Gods.
A New Home
I was my mother’s flower child,
the one who helped her grow moly
