After we
take our first breath,
We have the
need for milk…
Most are
swaddled through the first year,
In woolen
blankets and silk.
We found
in elementary school,
Real life
pain and tears…
Teachers put
band aids on our knees,
And soothed
our darkest fears.
As
teens, we found pain and comfort,
In first
crushes and best friends…
Back then we
were immortal,
All had a
life that never ends.
Adults
discovered happiness,
Via a secure
job and a wife…
Two cars and
a picket fence,
Proved a
successful life.
Now that we
are older,
And decades
past living mothers…
Some find
comfort with a Boxer,
On a heating
pad under the covers.
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