Mother’s Love
Your breath hit hot
Against my face
The dance partner
To spittle and rage.
Vengeful words played
Hide and seek
Between your lips
And my ears.
In those years
When no one else cared
I built walls, cities, temples
And within those fantasy worlds
Came Freedom
My blank stares
Into your hateful eyes
Were transporters
To future and far away places.
Where princes and palaces reigned.
I took up sword and shield
Carrying them back with me
Armaments designed to withstand
Both hellfire and cigarette smoke
Despite your best efforts.
I would not break.
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Solid. I have two. Love is turning into this.❤️
Though nothing approaching this flowering!
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Thank you for your continued support. I appreciate you, friend.
Sorry you had to endure this…powerfully told.