Anxious Nights

There is a biting loneliness

That grips the hearts of mothers

Who know the world

In which they once felt safe

Will never be the same again.

There are the platitudes that

Things will get easier

But when

Is all we want to know.

There are long lonely nights

And anxious dreams

Filled with death and destruction.

And all at once you come

Face to face

With your own mortality

At such an inconvenient time.

Never before did you

Imagine that your existence

Would mean so much

To any living thing.

This is not only sobering

But startling.

Keeping you plagued

With fear

While also

Perplexingly,

Filling you with love.