No mother wants a child to suffer
no cut cleansed with peroxide
no sizzling on blisters scraping
shoe against growing heel
No mother wants to suffer
no bicycle wants to topple
but complies as the child pulled
by gravity and adrenaline points
downhill the mother in the park
warrior worrier retracing steps
Mothers too want relief a safe child
home in bed to get his rest our prayer
we say whispered wordless and
without logic the door awaits
the child past curfew the driveway
a car safely arrived the closet
a coat even half hung up
Mothers know this their bodies
remembering not the lunches
nor loads of laundry nor the rituals
that soon will fall into ruin
not the milk almost empty
the box of cookies left empty
least of all the crumbs
scattering the countertop
looking up for their creators
scattered belonging to us all
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