When it overflows,

clean and soothing.


A caress down your shoulders,

like fresh falling rain


a compassion of gentle

feathered touch.


The way you wished

your mother had held you


Hold yourself now,

embraced by love.


Within your own

two arms.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

20 thoughts on “Unconditional

  1. Wow…this poem touched me. Learning to do to yourself what you mother didn’t do is a challenge. Thank you for your overflowing thoughtfulness. XOXO >

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