From Survival
Our trio of survived womenMother, 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
Alone
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
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Written on 2022-12-13 at 04:38
Tags Trauma Alzheimers Parents
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