a mother's love.

the room was silent again
and dark
she would not admit her fear
there were wild horses in her stomach
the sound of their hooves pounding through her ears
or was it just the silence consuming her?
inhale: long and deep and full of life; how ironic
still, the silence was swallowing her
and then he spoke again, unexpected
your mother.
the silence, a black hole
she was strong and independent
she taught you how to take care of a family
she taught you how to love yourself
his words hung like icicles on christmas morning
there was something about the way that he spoke
the way he carefully chose his words
she felt so much though he said so little
inhale: pure and thick and passionate
safety overcame her in the presence of the stranger
there was no need to admit her fear
capturing the notorious image of her mother in the kitchen, radiating beauty and love
she blinked back just one tear
there was no need to admit her fear
(to be continued)