A Stillness Wonder…

You don’t reach out although smothered by hands.

Admitting to the fear,

Is that of moral stance.

It is too toxic for you to remain near.

I crumple our compassion and hand it over,

Love in your heart has left.

You can not win at life by simply using a clover,

It hurt me to know we will end by a slow death.

Call me selfish, but I was taught to be a warrior.

I hope you realize it is love you deserve,

For with love change is loyal.

Motherhood is my stop, but remember what we have learned…