Face à la mère
Face à la mère
She carries a belly like a full moon, and a heart that feels far away. But all it takes is a simple “come back” and everything returns.
The waves that wash over her ankles. The sun and sea salt warm the skin. The arms that cradle, and the words that comfort.
I carried you, protected you, the way an island carries its palm trees, and deep within my chest, I promise you this:
A summer that feels like eternity.