Mother to Child
Look...
your little fist
fits mine
like the pit
in a plum.
On day
And one size
these two hands will
clasp comanionably.
Help me, child.
Forgive me
when I fail you.
I'm your mother,
true...
But in the end
merely an older equal
doing her faltering best
for a dear
small friend.
By Carol Lynn Pearson
1 comment:
Nice! Being a mom really is the hardest job!
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