Sometimes patiently, sometimes not.
Her breast quakes.
Her tears fall down in thundering rain.
Her breath swirls and sometimes reclaims parts of herself.
For she misses the love of her children.
The ones who have strayed and think they know better.
Their petulant teenage years have left her wanting.
Wanting the return of their recognition and love.
Yet she waits.
She holds the utmost love for those who slumber.
Awaiting their emergence from the cocoon induced coma.
Dreaming of the spreading of their wings so they can all fly together.
Hope springs eternal upon her mantle as. . .
Let’s not keep her waiting too long!