there is within this heart of mine
a stitch in time,
a thread of despair which,
when tugged by circumstances
inflates the pain,
hides the gain,
and creates a longing for
the soft lap and tender touch
of the mother I never knew

8 thoughts on “Longing

  1. Yes, I’m the same.
    I wish I’d known that mother too. But then it would have changed all of my life, and I quite like those children of mine, even if I share them with a father I don’t so much care about any more.
    It also brought me to the biggest love I’ve ever known, that is slowly leading me to self-love.
    I wish I could have had a sweet and soft Mamma. But… it is what it is. I know all too well how letting it out helps at times!

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