Distance



Kinship and understanding between a mother and a child.
You say I am your equal but i'm not.
You've been, through twice my lifespan,
And have learned and hurt and burned
With things I would not understand.
Yet still you love me and long, like me,
To be together warm mouth silences,
Caresses, shifting, touching, learning you.
But when I leave you and return
A hundredfold the ache will burn
When sitting alone and crying,
Because we are apart.




Copyright 2001 Adam Lyons

 

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