Montag, 9. Mai 2022


mother you were
not just mine
but that of all
who sought refuge
with our family. 

always open 
were your arms, 

your heart always 

giving, always thinking
of others, of their joy—
always ready to carry, 

to uplift
and to love. 

love — she was 
your shield, your being.
love — she was you.

© beatrix brockman (2022)

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