My Mother’s love is like no other.
It affirms; its power is profound.
In my mother’s arms
the child in me feels safe.
My Mother’s love is like no other.
It wounds; its hold like a vice;
The power my Mother holds,
wounds the girl in me,
and strangles
the woman I will become.
My Mother’s love
holds the child in me
in a place I want to escape.
I am safe and yet
caught,
strangled by ancient, overgrown vines.
Who am I?
My
Mother’s
Love.
by Melody Hanson, 2004
Logic & Imagination 