Mum Poem by Elia Michael

In all the languages we humans speak
There are no words to describe how I feel
Not in English nor French nor even Greek,
I have a sadness that time cannot heal.
My world has now become a darker place
And yet the sun is shining so brightly
But though its rays alight upon my face
There is no warmth, it is smiling coldly
As if to mock me while I suffer grief.
But I remember a smile warm and loving
And it is this that gives me some relief
Now you've left the world of the living.
There are but primitive animal sounds
Of wails and howls like those of wolves and hounds.