#Poem Mother

Mother

In winter
inside me
I incubate the egg
that will hatch into summer

but when spring has gone
and the new season happens
there’s a mad child stamping on flowers
not the flow of seasons
August come September –
that, is the pain

I feel empty
waiting for autumn
and the air of new growth

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