The Longing Arms

The Longing Arms


Filled now and spilling

When arms hold

And hush the

Long anticipated one-

Sweet love requited.

Did I know

How empty they were-

My arms, heart-

Before you?

You laughed at the emptiness

And swallowed it whole.

…of the wind

she is, a soft kiss


come alive

the eyes and face of those with

thin, motherless arms.

((a poem for Mothers Day, and my offering for the call of Mothers Day Poems, on


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