
Mothering
and when there was
no birth in her, and
joy was beyond
her skill,
she looked beyond
her ills, and
dressed herself in
adoption.
Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
poetry and prose
Mothering
and when there was
no birth in her, and
joy was beyond
her skill,
she looked beyond
her ills, and
dressed herself in
adoption.
Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
One response to “Mothering”
Such a sad perspective.
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