Oct 2022
Tell me I look like my mother
I carry her emptiness
Her grief
Pours into me
Until I am full
Tonight it spills
Onto the tiles in the kitchen
No worries, it is a woman’s work
I carry her emptiness
Her grief
Pours into me
Until I am full
Tonight it spills
Onto the tiles in the kitchen
No worries, it is a woman’s work
