An offered shield
This used to be the place
Where my friends mother worked
Even though she has passed from this earth
Her kindness still speaks to me on silent days
In wordless echoes felt even in all this desolation
Like the sun upon my face
Ticking Time
She is love, unstinting
She is the cradle, where you began
She is fading, piece by piece
She is falling, and can’t be caught
She is emptying, it can’t be stopped
She is always with you, an echo in your heart
She is mum, she loves her daughters, she loves her sons
Ā© 2015 Peter Anstiss
A mixture of emotions flung together with thoughts of my mum and the mothers of others.
Pete Scribes 
I am so grateful for the good mothers of the world.
(((HUGS))) š
They are where it all begins, it’ a very special kind of love and not always an easy one.
Very very beautiful and touching.
Thank you – I very nearly didn’t post it because it looked a little raw, but I am glad I did
Very good.
Thank you, glad you liked it.