A Mother Can Not be Limited
You are all limited.
You are slipping we are falling
We're all sewn with thread
You are ripping at the seams
You are left for dead
Thoughts of ships and thoughts of dreams
No one will catch you,
No one can save you
You're falling and you think of him
Your child
Round cheeks
black button eyes
Tiny hands grip shaking fingers
Tuft of hair, soft as silk
Glistening drool over pink lips
Peach tummy
Dream in his eye
He screams like a siren
Lids open, panic of the mother
Tear stained eyes lost in his gaze
You are saved.
The feeling of slipping fades
He is yours and you are his.
If you leave he will fade away.
He can not fade away
You will not let him fade away.
The thread holding you together is ripped away
replaced with something stronger
You are not unloved.
You are not alone.
You are unlimited.
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PoetryAn anthology of poems dedicated to those shards of our lives that we can not hide or protect ourselves from. Those bitter and sometimes sweet moments that leave us completely vulnerable. Every poem narrates a part of time that there is only one way...
