Alright

If I write it, will she come?

Being the only one who can fix it.

Make it better, an unspoken magical healer of all things.

Kiss it and make it better. 

All my sorrow and pain pushed down.

Stamped down, on hold.

Choking back the tears, put a brave face on

Their cries have to be quieted first and foremost.

Frustrated and unheard

Desperately pleading.

A woman’s work is never done. Mama knows best?

Everything is not alright. 

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