A Child
My mothers' daughter.
Love and hate so closely bound.
Wise and hurtful your advice,
never free, always a child.
My sons' mother,
so much love to give.
Your hand to hold,
your hair to touch.
Chaos reigns my days,
your fight for freedom
stronger every day.
So precious time became,
yet endless is my love.
Copyright © Marianne Duffy | Year Posted 2017
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