The more she’s hurt,
the more she’s broken,
losing her breath,
losing her liveliness,
the tighter she holds us,
whispering in our ears how much she loves us.
That’s how mothers are.
The more she’s hurt,
the more she’s broken,
losing her breath,
losing her liveliness,
the tighter she holds us,
whispering in our ears how much she loves us.
That’s how mothers are.