Feeling Disabled

As I struggled through my emptiness,
I consoled my child:
“We have no daddy, baby,
We have only mummy;
And mummy will try to be
Both mummy and daddy to you.”

But last night,
Writhing and squirming in restless solitude in bed
Trying to endure my child’s demise,
Meditating upon the futility of man’s desires before destiny,
And quailing in despondent angst,
I needed you – in desperation beyond expression;
I needed your shoulder to cry upon,
I needed your chest to nestle my devastated motherhood,
I needed your gentle strokes upon my bereaved self.

I have never felt so helplessly disabled before.


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A single mother? Very painful, poignant expression.Thanks for sharing...we too share the pain......