Mothers Embrace


Agitated voices, through the shut door

breaking glass, screaming and shouting

the ever cramping lump, in the stomach

pressing the pillow, hard over the ears

rejected and alone, holding a brothers hand

need

mothers warm embrace, saying it’s okay

caresses with hand over forehead

smelling of fresh baked, cinnamon buns

warm smile, under horn-rimmed glasses

humming a soft toned, lullaby

Today is Mothers Day in Sweden. This is to all mothers struggling to be there for her children. Ha de Gött!

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