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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