Ammi

No matter the wreckage, my mother's always there, With warm milk and a dollop of sweet honey to soothe my bruised heart, And I get scared every day that she cures me - Will she leave me helpless with a mouthful of forevers? _______________________ The above four-line poem was my submission for a contest held by Spoken Stage (https://www.facebook.com/spokenstage/?fref=ts). I …