Fear Poem

It's About Fear And The Unknown

Some time ago my mom passed away. I would visit her thought she didn't recognize me. I found that difficult. I would catch her looking at me strangely and have always wondered what was she thinking. I felt she could see something I could not. Maybe she knew something I didn't. It was a strange time. She would be chatting to someone or no one. I couldn't tell. This poem is a conversation with death and at the end it answers. It's about fear, sorrow, grief and the randomness of it all.

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Yet another great poem. Well done - keep writing. Very best wishes, Ann.

Who Are You?

Published by Family Friend Poems July 3, 2025 with permission of the Author.

I heard her ask "Who are you then
Are you the how the where and when;
Are you the well of all my tears
Who took the one who held me dear;
Are you the one I mulled about
The one to flout my hope and doubt;
Are you my ever present terror
Who vies and waits my fatal error;
Are you the one the infants dread
Who lurks beneath their posted bed;
Are you the fount of no tomorrow
Who carves a path for all our sorrow?"

"It seems to me you know me well
These little things on which you dwell;
If so the how's a broken bough?
You know the where I’ve seen you there;
A singing wren will tell you when
Then fly away to sing again"