Bear Necessities

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

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