Mothers protect
Their children from
Knifing past
Watching one’s own
Scars awkwardly heal
Wonky welts fading
From angry red
To white
Mine spared me
Shielding from
Fractured family
I spared him from
Isolation and
Irrational fear
I wear a soul
Of softness
Sharpening blades
Is not my forte
Thankful for
Many small choices
Gently bending rivers
So that
Hard lines
In the sand
Only need to
Be drawn once
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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This was so deep and wonderful. And your photo is sooo adorable! 😍😍😍😍😍😍
Awwww, first of all I freakin' love the photo 🫠🥹 you both are looking awesome seriously!! And your poem is really touching. This made me think about how people don’t always realize the quiet protection parents give us until much later. 💖