A mother's struggle
she holds fast
to this
new life
asleep in her arms
wondering what the world
will bring
to
this
one
being
She holds tightly
to tiny hands
hoping
for
safe passage
though
this
one
wild
life
She holds back
all
the vitriol
and
tears
alike
watching
as the girl
is
no
more
She holds
onto
moments
memories
made
her mother's mark
weaving
its wisdom
at her brow
She holds out
her hands
small and trembling
to the one
now
a
woman
with
her own
wisdom
streak
"I am here"
she says
the struggle softening
now but a distant
whisper
on the early
winter
wind
Camp NaNoWriMo Day 24
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