Befriend me, each one seems to say

All the fears we push away
Will come back later in the day;
Or when we go to bed at night
They will waken us in fright.

Befriend me, each one seems to say
Like small children fallen at play
When mother’s come a sweet sweet kiss
Returns small children to their bliss.

But where is mother now,we think?
As from our eyes the tears we blink.
Let the bag of tears be drained
Let them ease our awful strain.

Be your mother, be yourself.
Be kind and careful of your health.
Mother lives inside our hearts
If we feel then that’s a start

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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