Poetry as therapy 2

Like hearing it from ethereal space,

I forever remember the sound,

A pained and visceral reaction;

That gutteral, anguished moan.

A noise like never I had uttered before,

My life forever changed,

Hers forever lost and gone,

Heartbreak reverberating through my soul. 

That sound left an impression.

My mind struggles to imagine...

That sound ever recurring!

She was my one and only mother.

Was. And now she's gone.