Jul 29
Gay mothers,
Mothers with special needs,
Mothers with learning difficulties,
They are still mothers,
Cruel mothers don’t nurture their children,
Cuddle them or hold them.
But they mold them,
They make you,
Or they break you,
They give you life,
And often strife,
Lying in your mother’s womb,
Listening to each other’s heart beating,
Connected by an umbilical cord,
Your mother hears your first cry,
They will be your mother until you die,
The absent mother I pined for. by Dorothy Maude.