Sometimes I Feel Like These Cubs
Sometimes I feel like these Cubs,
Peering in to the surrounding pitch darkness
Searching for Mom.
There’s a gap in the body’s systems
That can only be filled by Mom.
I settle for gnawing on emptiness
Because that’s all there is
And it’s better than nothing.
Clan comes and visits, and though
I’m grateful for their presence,
No one is Mom.
Day in, day out, waiting for Mom.
There is no question of
Where is Mom?
Or is Mom coming back?
There is no one to ask
And no way to ask the question.
There is only waiting
And coping with a gap
No one else can fill.
Sometimes I feel like these Cubs.
“Cap’n” toni~aynia~nightfish~old boi