Barbara Powell: poet

Connection

I held my friend’s child 
relieving her arms
as we caught up 
on the pulse of our lives.
And I felt a gentleness 
in my heart
that awakens 
with a yawn
whenever I witness 
(the exhaustion)
of mother’s love.

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