Poem: In a Childhood #the100dayproject Day 75

I've made it to day 75 of the 100 Day Project, only 25 days left. Today I was taking stock of all of my writing projects that I'm currently working on and the list is expansive and elusive. And yet, writing down all of them in a list made them less nebulous. It made it easier to see which ones I could tackle first.

In a Childhood 

My mother never spared her tears, 

our carpet turned gray with them. 

If only she had a mother to hold her, 

take her face in her hands and whisper 

about memories of a better time. 

Instead my mother only had me, 

my hands small, I could not hold all of her. 

I stroked her hair and tried to wrap 

my child arms around her body. 

I could never ring around her 

and each time I couldn’t close the gap  

between both of my hands, 

when I couldn’t encircle her in my love, 

I always felt that I had failed her.