returning

Listening to your chatter, run on sentences of your last few days. 

You’ve just returned from the other house. I am full of both joy and anguish. 
 
The effects their tension has on you, my little one, is easy to see. 

Once again you return to me empty needing to be filled with acceptance, warmth, 
comfort, safety. 

It kills me to see the need in your eyes. The pain is white hot, but I keep it buried. 
All I want is for you to see the warmth of my love radiating out at you. 

So I lather you with affection. The softest place to be, your mother’s arms. 
Doing my best to fill you up again, full of love and a sense of belonging.
 
Knowing your reprieve is brief, for in a few short days. I am forced to send you back again. 

Placing you in an emotional wasteland.  

-j.a_b