Poems about Mother’s Day, shorter

"Mother's Cross"

All mothers are monuments

The excitement brought by pregnancy cannot offset the pain of bending

< p>On the tower of time, a bright light hangs high

But it is no match for the blood-red menstruation

I lift my head all the time

For happiness

As children, we cannot see

how the knife mark under the belly button turned from a scar into a growth ring

and escaped from the numb time

The corduroy cloth wraps up the past without revealing anything

As soon as the spring breeze of septicemia shakes, the mother’s waist begins to feel tired

These have nothing to do with the husband

It has nothing to do with the lively children

The days are like clockwork, twisting the girl’s heart

It’s so tight

No matter how thick the dictionary is, you can’t find this It’s such a hardship

What’s more, no child knows

how many stretch marks are buried under her mother’s T-shirt in summer

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