I always wake up miss my kids, over 8 years it\'s still something I struggle with.
Nothing takes away the storms, until I their back in my arms
Every day I undo this knot, just to find it again when I get up
My mind can be a beautiful thing, it can also show what I\'m missing
There may be another twinkle in my eye, I just miss the grounding of my first little tribe.
I understand reason to fear but mine is not the same, even with the law on my side, a Mother\'s right remains..
With my soul I hold no hate, just asking the universe to help me relate.
Others may never do what I would do, as each have their own shoes
As I untangle more of \"miss you\", hold a connection of love to see me through
Thank you