Seek out the mother in me and restore it
For I’m falling disenchanted
Through the cracks and crevices
Where light can’t reach me
A womb that was once fruitful
Is now barren and soon I’ll be unfound
A life given for a life taken
An omnificent touch of little hands and feet…
This will heal me,
The boundless love which can
Press heavily against the rewards of silence
A taciturn existence,
A passing moment,
The choices made and promises kept,
What I am capable of;
It soothes me.
The comfort of toys.
You will arrive flowing and undemanding
As music does to my hearing
I am the Mother.


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