A Mother’s Heart
A Mother’s Heart
I watched my son sleep
this morning
with the long eyelashes of innocence,
and I
am
a mother,
my heart clutches,
like a transmission
grinding out
of gear.
I see
his arm flung over
the once green ‘dragy’
a gift from you.
The message about his eternal
Father
echoes,
in that hollow
my life
slips
into
drive.
– Jody Bol-Laidlaw.
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