A Mother's heart

It is truly difficult to want these words to transpire with fond memories and good times of my biological mother, but reality sets in and the unsettling feeling of loneliness and hatred overcomes my whole being because I can't relate to this poem. All I can remember is her face looking down at me and how much hate can flourish like a cancer spreading throughout the years and years of abuse.

I envy you, and everyone else who can read this poem and smile with good memories.

Just brilliant Dagmar. Every word so true. Love it! :-) x
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For me my mother is everything. Hugs for writing this one and connecting all of us once again to our roots.

Lovely Miss Dagmar, I could not agree more
hugs
Michael :)

I'm sure if it were not for mothers, the world would cease to function.
Nice write.