A family's grief shattered by realisations,
Their dead mother's skin shed to reveal her true identity.
Justice with her scales, children the weights,
Rising and falling they strove for her approval.
Truth screams names from solicitor's papers.
A shock revelation to those present,
Not realising actions had been closely observed.
Blind Justice could see quite clearly afterall.
And now left to reflect.
Some with more than others, one with nothing.
The black bagged Waterford Crystal and patterned china
From a sitting room to an attic.
Loving thoughts destroyed.
All they had cherished is no more.
Hi Rachel, A very beautiful poem, very thought-provoking: Truth screams names from solicitors' papers....... Blind justice could see quite clearly after all. Great write. Very true about life, justice. I am reminded of a story be Leo Tolstoy, God Sees the Truth, but waits. As said in the Vedas (Ancient Indian books of poems & teachings) , truth remains covered /hidden in a golden container. Who ever dares to open it!
Love this very insightful write of a family facing the truth of their mother's will, with some facing their failure to live up to her expectations slap them in the face coldly, as loving thoughts scatter with the wind of change of their mother's decision of favouring some.of them. Beautiful write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now that was very powerful for me. So well done. These two lines had me hooked: 'Justice with her scales, children the weights, Rising and falling they strove for her approval.' This poem really gets to the heart of the matter when it comes to loss, children/siblings and competition for a parent's love. What damage a person can inflict from their grave. Thanks for sharing your work.