Doting mom


*image is from internet*

to divert my attention

she’d spin magic, tell stories etching characters out of thin
air culled from ancient memories and perhaps her own bloodlines

she’d feed me my favorite puddings anything to get something

in into a sickly petulant child skin and bones dismally thin

at least she thought so love they say is blind

especially if it rivers from a doting mom~


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