be still my heart
for my daughter rests her head on you
a daughter who can be so loud
and therefore seems so distant
sometimes
I can feel her slipping away
for standing in my motherly love for her brings me to my knees
how am I supposed to hold that love for her 
when I don’t know what it’s like to be held in it?

memories of unconditional love
my prerogative
she holds me too
unconditionally puts her arm around me
when I cry and snuggle even closer
my tears collected in her eyes
she cries them with me

be still now