My sense of fear wears thin, it melts.
The presence of your love. Ceaseless.
Fear itself escapes my awareness.
My understanding cannot grasp why.
The comfort of your arms- I'm limply enclosed.
Though storm and terror attempt to
shake me from your grip, they fail.
Love only a mother can offer.
Only you can hear this love.
A connection from that first breath,
as it was for you, years ago.
The days shall pass, then turning
to years. No matter how they grow,
remain young. Don't you ever grow up.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
My sense of fear wears thin, it melts.
The presence of your love. Ceaseless.
Fear itself escapes my awareness.
My understanding cannot grasp why.
The comfort of your arms- I'm limply enclosed.
Though storm and terror attempt to
shake me from your grip, they fail.
Love only a mother can offer.
Only you can hear this love.
A connection from that first breath,
as it was for you, years ago.
The days shall pass, then turning
to years. No matter how they grow,
remain young. Don't you ever grow up.
Happy birthday mom :)
