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As We Lay

Inside this space,  cuddling with you

.  My heart swells, maternal love, here beside you

. My Child, you aren’t alone- I will never leave you

.  Such lies I told , afterward , I bereaved you.

.  Mommy and Susie -so, so true

.  You were not my mother, you…

.    are… my best forever friend

memories of laughter never end..

.   Entwined, entangled as we lay

.  Soon stormclouds of dying day,

.  Whispers of Roast Beef and Yorkshire pud,

Make as many  favorites as I could.

I was your Mommy for years and years

Yet, eyes rained down a daughter’s tears..

Little Pink Teddy squeezed in your hands,

Your sigh moved over shifting sands:

Deserts of grief-so empty of you

Best Mommy, good girl, we aren’t thru.

.  Awaken to a face without  pain’s lines

. Now endless love and endless time

Beauty is fields of glowing wheat,

Smell  the lavender near our feet

Softest blanket where kittens play,

.  Gentle sun warms us…As we lay.

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By Susan T. Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...