mother’s love

clutching broken wings and a prayer
bereft of things they deserved
welcomed mornings knowing
she would do anything
to make them feel her love
lifetimes after she was gone

they did not have much, but they had enough
thankful for every breath, for it meant
another chance to chase the stars

prayers said at night
in silence she’d break down and cry
once the river of tears had begun
to run dry, she’d wear her smile
squared shoulders, marching to battle
all for the love of her tribe

~~~

written for maypoeticwings 14/31, “mother’s love”

maypoeticwings is a Twitter poetry challenge hosted by @PoetessBecca and @BelezaAngel

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