Eight Hours

Posted bywriterravenclawPosted inUncategorized

Written for https://skepticskaddish.com/category/poetry/poetry-prompt/

Eight hours passed by in a blur

In my arms I was holding her

No pain remembered, I was proud

of my hard work, my love endowed

Five years and throughout the din

in my arms, I was holding him

Tiny fingers, tiny toes

A mum protects, God always knows.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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