(M)other

Time tick ticks by… it skips skips on… it crushes as it rushes by her window.
How could she possibly have space for anything else… for an ‘other’…just place the ‘M’ at the front and you will see…do you see it now? The nest is full… and the chicks are testing their wings… some flying a little…others still feeding on the wing.

Is there a thread to stitch it… to hold together the pieces of a torn garment? Jagged edges patched together with frenzied stitches… in a space that holds her captive… nag nag nags her into something unnamable…whispers in her ear… the spirit of a spirits past dreams… hopes…