From Survival

Our trio of survived women
Mother, daughter - eldest and youngest

We set out to survive together
In this house, home of ours
Each one of us broken already in each our way
But survive
With love and enormous strength

She held safety around us
Above us, our mother

But alone she was, with festering wounds

Our trio of survived women
Warm hugs and free emotions
Safely held hands and glimpses of laughter

Rest now our little mum
You need no longer survive
But laugh, flourish, be no longer alone

As your mind erodes
Let your heart fill with healing

You are well loved, and no longer alone

Poetry by SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 182 times
Written on 2022-12-13 at 04:38

Tags Trauma  Alzheimers  Parents 

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text

D G Moody
I found this spoke directly to me; there were no wasted words, and it told a story.

Language: 4
Format: 4
Mood: 5
Overall: 5