Two small faces laugh at each other.
Filled with life and joy.
While a mother gazes out the window.
Worn down and broken.
She attempts to rest—even if just for a moment.
She looks back to days gone by.
Before she had to hold the pieces together.
Now life is filled with Spiderman backpacks and glittery shoes
sleepless nights
never ending days
and loneliness—pain—the rest of us don’t understand.
She gathers them up.
And they go on their way.
Hand in hand.
