Penelope
Her absence is ubiquitous.
In her home,
at the park.
in our lives.
Her love is infinite.
We still feel it.
Countries away!
Her strength is unlike anything I can be.
And she’s unafraid to say –
I’m missing you.
I’m missing home.
I’m tired of dreary.
And in that honesty –
I find myself.
Posted on February 7, 2016, in Creative Writing, Motherhood and tagged Love, motherhood, poetry, strength. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
Beautiful