Mother’s Tender

No that
I did not know
Tenderness it is said
Like the sacred grove that
I’m afraid
I did not know

At the breast so one rests
it is said
but
I do not know
Breasts of tenderness no
That I’m afraid
I do not know

There are shoulders
It is said
Like mountains of tenderness Too
Swallow you up
deliver you from fear
It is said
I do not know

But when I cry they say
I play victim
so it is said
again and again
whether I freeze, fly, fawn or fight

They only like when I play knight
All else
They don’t like
therefor
I do not know

Author: KenshoHomestead

Creatively working toward self-sufficiency on the land.

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