Tim Law is an author of fantasy, horror, detective and general short story fiction as well as the occasional poem or two. He heralds from a little town in Southern Australia called Murray Bridge. A happily married father of three children (plus four cats and a rabbit), family is very important to him. Currently working at the Murray Bridge Library in the role of Library Manager he has dreamed since his early high school years of becoming a full-time author. Working for a library, surrounded by so many wonderful authors it is difficult not to be inspired to write. Tim finds inspiration from playing board games, family movie night, family time and the world around him. The greatest inspiration of all for him comes from asking the golden question “what if?”

Mother and Father

Mother gives
Love unending
Giving a piece to her daughter
Having a piece for her son
There is a piece for husband
A piece for everyone

Friends and family
Take and take
Slowly she will disappear
Make no mistake
One day gone
When you wish she were here

Mother is fading
Watch her wearing thin
Those thieves are not ceasing
Instead, they question her: “Where have you been?”
Mother is the one who is always there for others
Who is it that is there for her?

Mother faded
Six feet deep
Gone forever
Eternal sleep
Tears are flowing
“Why, why, why?”

“Why did mother have to die?”
Instead the question
We should have asked
“Why so selfish, why was she always put last?”
Such a question, never spoken
Not in life, not in death, not in ever
Was love for mother just a token?

Father gives now that Mother is gone
He feels the strain, is all forlorn
Giving, giving
Piece by piece
Anger building
No release

Angry with mother
Angry with son
Anger for daughter
Furious with everyone
Yet the demand from others just grows and grows
When it will stop, nobody knows…

Ever giving
Oh so sad
Followed suit
Di dear old dad
Just like Mother
Giving to others way too much

When every last drop
From stone is took
Face the mirror
Take a look
Let us step back
Give in return

As humans can we ever learn?
Daughter grows, she does not see
What does fate have in store?
She will give, give, give
While they take, take, take
Until she can give to them nevermore