Mother's Day

Seems I never recover
Seems those lacerations never heal. They leave marks which becomes  alive often.

Seems there is persistent emptiness inside.
It resonates
Any effort to heal deepens the hole

But only for two people who love me endlessly
For no reason
With all my faults
My mother and my daughter
If they weren't there
I would have shattered to bits.

Every day is Mothers day
Every day is daughters day too.


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