I was a baby

—- Crying for my motherWithout her coming toSoothe me – long beforeShe had passed away. When I was a child I hadTerrible, reoccurring, andVery vivid nightmares. I would wake up wailingAnd sobbing from theLingering terror, & sheconsoled my demons away. —- Everything I know aboutLoving others, I learnedFrom her loving past me In ways I took for granted. —- Her love, like her cooking,Was always … Continue reading I was a baby