No one is injured
But I am wounded
Mother braids my hair
As I weep
I know
I know
~~~
She whispers
Wounded ~ Poetry
POETRY RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT…
No one is injured
But I am wounded
Mother braids my hair
As I weep
I know
I know
~~~
She whispers
Silvana und Ulf auf Weltreise
mobile home living and lifestyle
all the trinkets of the day
One Poem Per Day
Daring to Dream: Short stories, poetry & songs. Next target: 300 Followers.
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Short stories
By Tracey L. Bhattarai
The daily adventures and mental meanderings of a teacher, writer, mother, and life long learner
Small wins for the discreetly radical environmentalist, in French and English
open mind art ;)
author of speculative fiction
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
Gratitude, Ask & Believe
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I felt that… oof. Potent writing!
Thank you, when the smoke clears, there will be 2 still standing, God and momma! ❤
Amen to that!
Aww… Sometimes only a mother understands your unspoken pain.
She surely does, if I’d listened to her a long time ago I could have saved myself a lot of heart aches. Instead of her saying, “I told you so” she just lovingly whispers, “I know I know” ❤
yip… that’s grace in action. ❤
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