As a mom

She calls me, and I come

With folded arms and angry mien

She calls me, and I come

With open arms but a troubled heart

She calls me, and I come

Not happily but she needs me

She calls me, and I come

I want control, I want to fix it

She calls me, and I come

She trusts me, I’m starting to trust myself

She comes to me.

 

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