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 ( I was among the three winners. The phrases in italics are taken from the titles of anthologies that were distributed as prizes:

No Matter The Wreckage by Sarah Kay

Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur

A Mouthful of Forevers by Clementine von Radics


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