Beat up by this world
Scarred and scraped trying to pay my way
Broken by the injustice of humanity
Overwhelmed or underwhelmed
I want to crawl into my momma's arms.
Like when I was five and
She hugged away all of the hurt
Stroking my hair
Rubbing my back
Kissing my tear stained face.
Momma's arms were an insurmountable fort
Holding the boogey man at bay
After awaking from a night of terror.
Momma's arms told me I was her favorite child
When my brothers had been unusually mean.
Momma's arms, holding me tight in her lap, took the sting out of
A skinned knee and the fire out of my first bee sting.
Momma's arms kept me safe, gave me strength.
Many years have gone since I last enjoyed the warmth of that
But I remember and long for the comfort of
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- Life Lessons Learned From My Mom And Dad
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