I dedicate every day to the mamas
of children fighting wars
in their own backyard
or someone else's, with
their siblings or
someone else's,
to their death
or someone else's.
We who wake each night (and papas too)
to keening screams - our own
or someone else's
our hearts drumming
a military march
breath hitching as we gather
to our clamoring bosoms
our children
or someone else's.
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Very well written. I enjoyed, Thank you!
Thank you so much!
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Beautiful. Tragic and heart warming at the same time. Thank you.
Thank you for your readership. <3
Wow, really captured the essence of what it is to be a good parent. Obviously we love our children, but we really have made an achievement when our hearts go out to those someone elses in the world. When we hurt not just when those we love dearest hurt, but when humanity hurts. I think you touched on a connectedness that is really the root of what it means to be a loving person. Very nice.
Thank you. We are the village. I have been isolated before. Now welcomed. I've always had space for the children of others, and others have always made space for my children even on the odd occasion there was no space for me.
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