The Lacking

to break this cask upon your brow

to pour over you the oil of love and light

i would give you the warmth of forgiveness

if only i had the strength in my hands

i would open my arms to you

i would cradle your head onto my breast

i would rock us gently to and fro

but my arms already carry a load too heavy to lay down

to mend this tear

to put it all back together

to make it as it was

but i lack and you lack and we are not enough of a sum

between us

i am sorry but

i must mother be

for no one else but me