Sunday, May 10, 2015

My Child

It is a terrible love
this fierce mother’s love I feel,
for my child.
She does not understand it,
my childless daughter,
she cannot comprehend how I feel,
or why
I would go to the ends of the earth for her,
I would fight to the death for her,
I would suffer any pain for her,
and wash her soul in healing tears.
She is my daughter.
She is my child.
That’s all.
And that’s everything.

~Kathie Adams Brown ( April 16, 2015)

Happy Mother's Day


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