Wiping crumbs off cafe tables
Scooting glasses from their deaths
Scrubbing spit off spotty faces
End of day, treasure rest
More they learn, more the chatter
Philosophy of small talk
Wonder where your mind escaped
Once I had learned to walk
Hear your voice in mind over mother
Tea sipped lips kiss mass of curls
Broken record breaks the silence
Time revolves, their lives unfurl
Chords of chaos wrap up fondly
Softened by warm blood lines
Endearing past, forbearance endless
Nagging finite-ness of time
For Andrea
“I would love to have more time with my mother…
She is part of me.” – Crown Princess Mary of Denmark
well, I’m called Andrea and I’m a mum so…thanks!
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It’s for generations of mothers who can all relate, I hope. But especially for some who lose their mother way too soon..
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