Mama

Somewhere to rest your head,
a shoulder
Or
a lap.
Somewhere to rest your worries
for a moment,
for a lifetime.
Hers and yours.

Mama,
I needed you.
Mama,
still.

Rushing currents
thrust us forward and
pull us down.
We find and build many buoys,
and rafts.
But there is only one anchor.

Thank you.

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