flesh of my flesh
Dear Child, I am listening
knowing you trust me to hold
your words
your heart
made of my blood
in my cupped hand
hold them firmly
gently
feel their weight
Dear Child, I am only listening
weighing my unspoken words
knowing one ill-chosen could slice you
slice into your heart
my heart
my own flesh and blood
a knife that could slip through your flesh
then straight through into mine
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This is powerful, Sue. The stuff of motherhood.
I always find myself weighing my words around my children. This captures that well…
Our children’s pain is nearly unbearable to us, as parents. This poem really expresses that deep & visceral connection, and how fragile it can be.
love this and need to be reminded Thank you