A mother's love

Fruity taste on my lips,
I've missed you
but not as much as
my children.

I'll fight alcoholism
and bastards
for aslong as it takes
until I get them back
under my wing

and they'll know
I'm remorseful,
they already do -
but I hope that
they know I love them
with my everything and
I used all my powers,
all my fight

to have them back
where they belong -

cucooned
in their mums arms.

I'll hear your laughter once more,
I promise you with my life.

©Em