Our mothers literally build our hearts. From a conglomeration of cells to a beating, breakable organ. Building a heart is no violent act.  My mother built my heart from the safety of her womb. But leave the womb and a mother becomes more. More than a mother, she is a person.  As a person, she carries her own beating heart which has suffered the wear of trauma. Our mothers build our hearts, but ...

I’ve given out so many, rarely get any in return,Seems there should be plenty since they help the world to turn Yet I’ve found myself asking…Begging once again…I never really asked for much, other than to love you till the end.I only wanted honesty, communication was a must.You said that you could do that, and in you I could trust…You said you wanted to try it, take ‘us’ out for a spinYou seeme...