a harp unstrung

A Mother’s Son

subscribed to the
rights of the heart
maybe i need to know
waiting on a burning fire
awake again
to navigate
reach out your hand
my version of you
for a mother’s heart
a rapid melt
these protections
good or bad
we asked for
waiting or staying
one or another
sleep soundly
just as he is
poorly understood
birth of a friend
to give the most
he was her son


Copyright © 2013 by Jo Heck and Rippled Words

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