Years ago when her babies were babies
(long before she was a damaged shell)
She sang as she held and rocked them
Nursery rhymes and catchy ditties
mismatched snippets and refrains
Each mangled off key stanza
jingled with tight mother’s love.
Now her babies are no longer babies
(and she is a damaged shell)
Choking on tears and heartache
Songs that refuse to be sung.
Each salty trail o’er cheeks
Burns with persistent mother’s love