A mother’s embrace
With brothers, you have to share the first peas from Grandma’s garden.
Sort the forest strawberries by hand, counting them on your fingers.
Even the first cucumber needs to be split.
But sometimes…
When the brothers aren’t around,
there’s one thing you don’t have to share—
Mom’s embrace.
It feels so good when sometimes it’s just for you.
Sweet hugs full of love,
V.