KATRINAHINSON, Ph.D.

Turned
Into Sorrow
As strains of music filled
The air in celebration  
I stood.
Pain.
Fear clenched its
Cold claws around my heart And quelled the elation
I had felt at your coming- Your coming, now, denied. Twice
This loss is doubled  
On this day of all days
When we celebrate  
Age and Wisdom  
Those who came before us;  And those, like you,  
Still to come.
I stood, to praise
And only felt…
Pain.
The tie  
That bound you to me Irrevocably broken
On Mother’s Day.

Katrina Layton Hinson
In Memory of Aislin Elise Hinson
B/D Mother’s Day, 1998