My Refuge

My body so heavy, I dare not move a muscle.

I feel petrified, my screams are all I have left.

Crying out for the one person that can soothe my fears.

She’s no longer there, no rescue today.

I wake, it was all a dream…I slowly pull myself from bed,

Only to realize, she’s really gone and I’m alone in the dark.

No matter the age a child becomes, 

Mothers’ will always be our refuge.

June 5, 2013

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