Tuesday, March 28, 2017


Every emotion sweet, tender and yet inadequate
wrapped in a bundle, with soft cheeks and soft hair
So freeing and purposeful
The job of mother

A tiny fraction of your soul, given life anew in another human being
their joy, their pain
is your own

They go dancing through life holding your hand and then letting go

How poignant that moment can be

Each turning from one stage to another, so keenly felt

By a mother

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