A Mother’s Hold

Untitled | Kyla Chapman | Paint and Marker

A Mother’s Hold by Aviva Tarnoff

Her eyes well and tears run down her face

Worries speed through her young mind

Her body quivers, and her hands shake

Trying to control thoughts as they race

She runs to her mother’s bedroom in a cloud of blue

The door creaks open, and her mother’s gaze rises

Her gesture tells her to come into the room

In her arms, there's something comforting and new 

Sitting with her mother, her tears are controlled

Her whimpers calm, and her mind stops racing

All she can feel is the warmth of her mother’s love

Everything is okay in a mother’s hold