A Little Mothering...

You look into my eyes,
and see the pain that I feel.
My inner child is so weak...
starved for love by a life
that saw me grow up early.

You cradle me close to you.
Your fingers caress my brow
as you tenderly show me love.
My tears run like hot rain...
my inner child crying for love.

You see the utter Hell I go through,
the lack of mother-love in my life.
Do you think me so very weak,
so very juvenile and un-manly...
all because my inner child is hurting?

Your fingers caress my face softly,
then you hold me close to your breast.
I desire so much to suckle, to nourish...
but I dare not upset you by doing so.
What I am can never truly be fixed.

I lay there, caught in a heavy mosh...
you smile and pull me close to you.
You sense that I need a little mothering.
You tenderly stroke my face and say
that I never have to give them up.

--RKJ