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!