The Longing Arms

Emptiness

Filled now and spilling

When arms hold

And hush the

Long anticipated one-

Sweet love requited.

Did I know

How empty they were-

My arms, heart-

Before you?

You laughed at the emptiness

And swallowed it whole.

…of the wind

she is, a soft kiss

mystery

come alive

the eyes and face of those with

thin, motherless arms.

((a poem for Mothers Day, and my offering for the call of Mothers Day Poems, on greeninventsionscentral.blogspot.com))