Night falls down the horizon
She sits & contemplates
While her daughter slips into a delicious slumber
She sighs over her untimely fate
She’s crying.
Drowning in tears
Her face with visible fear.
But she pulls herself back in.
She has hope,
Because her daughter must be taught the ropes.
She puts on her coat.
The rather worn-out brown coat with a broken blue pin.
She steps out of her number 13 apartment to get some food.
Walks out the door,
But she hears a cry.
Her daughter had woken up,
By the sound of the door’s creak.
The unaware spreads her little arms,
& stretches her tiny feet.
Her mother rushes back in,
To be there for her,
To be there for her and care for her.
An older poem from Mother's Day 2020.
