As mentioned in my two most recent posts (here and here), the subject of ‘mother’ – and specifically, of being a ‘therapy daughter’ to my ‘therapy mother’ – have been much on my mind recently, particularly as I am now in a three week therapy break.
If you have a ‘benevolent’ mother-figure in your life, whoever she is; and if she holds you and keeps you safe, whether literally or metaphorically; I hope these simple, beautiful, words by Pooky Knightsmith will bring her to mind and keep her in your thoughts and close to your heart, and remind you of safety and light…..
She nestled
In her mother’s arms;
Content,
Safe,
Saved.
In this embrace,
She found her home.
Content,
Safe,
Saved.
Dark thoughts
Gave way to lighter ones.
Content,
Safe,
Saved.
These arms
Would hold her always now.
Content,
Safe,
Saved.