Updated: Dec 4, 2020
Just like seasons of love continue to change.
From that first breath, the mothers love remains the same.
As the clock turns I hear your name.
No glue can put it together. The memories will never fade.
The way we share love despite the shame.
Doubt that fuels that anxiety in the presence of change.
We walk in the door to call your name. We remember the good times that cover the pain.
Nothing like that love that runs through your veins.