The worry of mother
The hand that checks the forehead of the sleeping child.
The weight of this burden.
Knowing how little you can do to prevent it
When the wrecking ball comes
Indiscriminate in its terror cause.
Swing around madly
It will bring you so low
That all the daises in the world
Won’t bring a smile to your face.
All you can see is the worry you have
Your love was never enough.