A mother’s love

There were never stories at bed time,

with a hug and a kiss,

there was no connection,

they were merely the kids;

a duty,


quite simply a chore,

needed to cover the truth

behind closed doors;

a marriage of convenience,

with no love in the mix,

the ones that suffered the most,

were those



they paid with their hearts,

they paid with their souls,

that slowly froze inside them,

from a mother so cold.

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