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…