The children are abed.
Quiet. Do they sleep?
Lovely, end of day desirous of me
Poor me that is pushed out
for Mommy reigns supreme. Always
My choice, but not this way.
How did I lose myself?
How do I fit me in beside Mommy?
Me is important.
Me makes Mommy a nicer person.
Me holds life in her hands. All life.
Mine and every path I cross.
Pass it on
Hugs stretch across generations
and heal the world.