With your beady eyes
your limp hands
your punishing judgement
Leave me alone
go away
don't touch me
I want my mummy
your warm hands
and your alive eyes
hold me
and cuddle me
and tickle me
you stay away from my son
you go and sort out your house
you go and clear out your rubbish
The Bad Mother Archetype has no place here
Instead I wonder
can we approach the synthesis of Good and Bad
become ethical in our way of being
Let each other be
not judge
Love
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