Leaning against the door
Facing the coloured world
I converse with passers-by
Who cannot see behind me
My steadfast hand in hers

We do not release our care
But she is trapped half-out
Between yesterday and tomorrow
Often peering backward
Where love maintains its sorrows
And she is trapped half-in
Where her sleeve stays shredded

Through unheralded scars
Her essence is seeping
Motherhood never subsides
Never peels, never detaches
Though generations thin the blood

My grip is fierce and true
A grip made of a promise carved
Before god and humankind
She feels my strength and confidence
This tension pulled toward the light
Darkness of the past shall not prevail
Grief will rest weary in the jaws of Time


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