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It is the fiftieth "mamma" The fourth hour of sleep a tiny heel drives into chin it feels deep a three year old kiss to the elbow fervent fingers wrap around thumb before succumbing to slumber I refuse to be numb Mamma is all I want I want to mother and be mothered and for others to be better mothered and mothers My father left me a cold egg in nest My mother like most mothers forced to hunt AND gather AND hold My wings frozen unrest Forced to help everyone else around me to learn how to fly surviving in jest
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Jan 28, 2024
Jan 28, 2024 at 11:28 PM UTC
Generational trauma
It is the fiftieth "mamma" The fourth hour of sleep a tiny heel drives into chin it feels deep a three year old kiss to the elbow fervent fingers wrap around thumb before succumbing to slumber I refuse to be numb Mamma is all I want I want to mother and be mothered and for others to be better mothered and mothers My father left me a cold egg in nest My mother like most mothers forced to hunt AND gather AND hold My wings frozen unrest Forced to help everyone else around me to learn how to fly surviving in jest
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Jan 28, 2024
Jan 28, 2024 at 11:28 PM UTC
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