"The Hooded She"

By Janus Black

It was a time when we walked in the garden,
She and I walked all day,
When I fell, she layed me in the small waggon,
Hooded figure pulling me along in those green spaces,
I called her name every night,
But she came... in my worst.
It was a time when we walked in the garden,
I lifted the hood,
And found my own face in the ebony cloak,
I found.... she wasn't there at all,
I was pulling my own weight,
Giving the credit to a mother,
that was never there.