Mother’s Hug

She closes her eyes,
Pretending to sleep,
Head resting in the lap.
Of her mother.

Gently the hand lifts,
Stroking her hair,
Comforting, Loving,
I will always be there.

She longs for the nights,
With others around,
Late hours that create,
The chance to sleep sound.

The love that emanates,
From a touch so gentle,
Un-thought of, instinctive,
Cutting through the cruelty.

Seeking the chances
To be silent and asleep,
To feel the tender loving
From a mothers gentle keep.

She closes her eyes
Awaiting the possibility
Of feeling loved and belonging,
Of her mother’s hug.

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About R Congues

Funny enough, this blog has become the expression of my hopes, dreams, love and experiences. It came about because of the situation I discovered I was in, and I am delighted to see it grow and heal into something different: I am a parent of two children, one who has experienced severe anxiety that became disabling in all aspects of their life. I am a teacher of Maths, Science and Religious Education with a Masters in Special Needs Education; I am a qualified Reiki master, with a love of art and creative experience. I am not a professional in the fields of psychology or medicine. (If you are interested in these perspectives there are many internet sites to use.) I am simply expressing my experience in my own unique way.
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