The Un-Mothering
My breast aches
even though never suckled
My chest is your comfortable
favorite cushion
They ache from not knowing
My own children
The young man and woman
they’ve both become
From not knowing
their likes and dislikes
Missing out on triumphs
and just being there
From wanting to embrace
know they are safe
and in good health
and smother with long lost kisses
and smother with long lost kisses
