mother
do you remember
the night
before i left
when you lay next to me
with your hand
over my stomach
and I inhaled
shallow breaths
for your hand to be stiff,
not wanting to disturb
the only peace that
both of us had
shared in
a very long time.
YOU ARE READING
the blue and the solace
Şiira poetry, thoughts and an excerpts collection. - #8 in poetry - #2 in poem
