hawk back shudder
at vacuum absence
of hugwarm. Blubbers,

gutempty, boneneed,
heartgripe ache
for those once close,
now ashed in earth.

Nested in my arms she blubs
for her mam’s voice,
as quietly my heartsobs
for my late mam’s laugh.

Rhythm of her grief
as she nods on my chest
almost lulls me to sleep.
Comforts me, as she sips hers.

She shudders both of us awake,
heaves herself to the floor,
as her mam, only on an errand
walks a smile through the door.