Longing

How difficult it is to breathe in silence,

And put up with a face masking all the violence.

The turbulent heart trying to decrypt the peace

The cracked lips, the teary eyes,

The trembling hands and the wobbling feet.

With all, I stand, longing for an embrace.

A hug, a kiss, a smile and a small wish to make.

A wish expressing her mirth to see me play

After she had slogged throughout the day.

I thought she would dance along,

Merry-go-round and quirk on my song.

But there she lay again on the sofa,

Tapping fingers sending the hugs

The hearts and the kisses,

While I stand there with the smile,

Making my mother’s coffee, masking my violence.