Tonight
I tear again.
The ache of a mother
remembering her ducklings, sweet.
It’s a long, long road to the deep end of a soul.
And some days ripple and crash
more than other days do.
The rain falls inside.
Tonight.
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Tags: Children, Divorce, Family, Kids, Life, Mother, Motherhood, Mum, Parenthood, Parenting, Poetry, Seperation
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