The Bond


I send you on your way

With my love and a kiss,

Cupping your tender young face

In my hands.

No matter what I do,

You’re always missed

And I find myself

Waiting for your return.


I worry about you needlessly,

My fear of losing you too great.

I never learn the lesson

I profess to teach,

Often failing to practice

What I preach.


And then you’re in the door

And into my arms

A burst of life, a shout of joy,

Your smiling dirty face

Reflects the bond we share.

The love between

A mother and her child.


Published: Rainbows & Roses, 1988

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