1) A young girl comes home from school to find an ambulance leaving her house, learning that her mother had suddenly died of unknown causes. 2) Unable to see her mother's dead body or attend her burial, the girl imagines her mother living on as a tree in their yard to continue feeling her presence. 3) Over the years, the girl invents an entire life for her mother, pretending she is living abroad and doing various activities, because she cannot accept her mother's death.

1. Literature: The Lost Woman
By: Fefi Marty, Flor Claps, Rochi Vago

2. Stanza 1
My mother went with no more warning Something happened, her mother died
than a bright voice and a bad pain.
Home from school on a June morning she was at school
And where the brook goes under the lane
I saw the back of a shocking white
Ambulance drawing away from the gate. She saw the ambulance leaving her house

3. Stanza 2
She never returned and I never saw
Her buried. So a romance began.
The ivy-mother turned into a tree A plant turned into a tree, metaphor, color green symbolizes life, she has
a living picture of her mother
That still hops away like a rainbow down
The avenue as I approach.
My tendrils are the ones that clutch. she wanted more time with her mother

4. Stanza 3
I made a life for her over the years. she invented a life for her mother because she never saw her dead
Frustrated no more by a dull marriage
She ran a canteen through several wars.
The wit of a cliché-ridden village
She met her match at an extra-mural
Class and the OU summer school.

5. Stanza 4
Many a hero in his time
And every poet has acquired
A lost woman to haunt the home,
To be compensated and desired,
Who will not alter, who will not grow,
A corpse they need never get to know. She never saw a corpse so she invented a life for her mother

6. Stanza 5
She is nearly always benign. Her habit her mother is not a bad ghost it doesn’t harm her
Is not to stride at dead of night.
Soft and crepuscular in rabbit-
Light she comes out. Hear how they hate
Themselves for losing her as they did.
Her country is bland and she does not chide.

7. Stanza 6
But my lost woman evermore snaps
From somewhere else: ‘You did not love me. She is quoting her mother’s spirit
I sacrificed too much perhaps,
I showed you the way to rise above me
And you took it. You are the ghost
With the bat-voice, my dear. I am not lost.’
The child is the one that is lost, she can’t accept her mother’s death