It is fragile once broken.
The beauty and compassion,
The humour and the hugs,
The violent but playful tugs,
The insults and lectures,
And cussin at the haters.
Those precious days,
Which feel like a haze.
The random outbursts and cries,
Which call for a girls night...
Going on walks,
hand-in-hand just to talk,
It will be gone,
Once broken.
The key to the heart.
a Mother's trust.

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© Zainab Hussain 2021