Family
Shape of a Mother 🌹
A beloved Mother bravely sits up in her bed, propped up by pillows of wished feathery comfort...silently, she bears her pain...uncomplaining. She stares into the unknown void, imagining the last embers of her life flame soon to be extinguished. Around her haven, watching vigilantly, are her children. 🌹
By Novel Allen6 months ago in Poets









