SWORN TO SECRECY

27th january 2010

Each time the word "Mother" is mentioned
I feel the pins behind my eyes
lump in the throat
And inane grin that I put on
to mask the fears

When we loose our mothers it is a mournful time.

When I lost mine I felt the
Hooves of White Wild Horses
They galloped over me as I laid
Then fled with the moment.
And I was sworn to secrecy

No mention more of it
What I am not supposed to say
No mention more of it
Lock it right away.

And when you ask me what secret
is worth all the secrecy and mystery
It  betrays .. I say
It will be the first secret I will have kept
From my infancy till now
And Now I shall never tell of it
NEVER no how.

Maybe in a tattoo or a poem or a song,
something will alert you to what went wrong