Saturday, July 16, 2016

Longing

Motherless arms
Hold the baby
Free of akward
Juggling,
The newborn
Sinks into
The fleshy cradle
While mother looks on,
Sadness catches in her throat.

Motherless arms
Hold the baby.
Does the longing ever fade?

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