With tears in her eyes.
And then again,
The same 'mistake',
For the 101th time.
Something gave this time.
What makes a mistake, a mistake?
There's much happening within,
Before it 'happens' without.
As it happens without.
Something gave this time.
Contrition has been accepted
For a thousand times & more;
With no expectation of 'reform',
At the end of it.
A Mother's love wells up,
To hug spontaneously, tightly.
The question is,
Could it simply be/become Love?
