Watching children walk down streetTheir teasing play with one anotherAngelic smiles upon their facesAs they detour into open playground…
Sweet cuddles, hands touchElbows, then feet, in my back Sleeping with my kids.
Aching emptiness Each time they leave: I miss them In my bones, my core.
When the kids leave I Always miss them, never getsEasier; divorced.
YouThe oneWho made meA mother, myFirstborn child, my son.Named you Ori —…
First and third weekendsMy home fills with joy, laughterThen the quiet hits.