Two piece of blabber

There is so much out there to write for but what to write is a poets chore when a mother picks up her child for the very first time she drops a tear , makes her child giggle ,sing's lullaby , breaks her bones , quite literally . The child in return just sits and drools and sleeps and stools but the bond has just the "gives" . The ''takes'' come after , when the dust of the burried thoughts is worn out or should I say comes over. The lullabys fade away , the tears dry up . Humanity kicks in , on both sides , I guess . The happiness the sadness , the soreness , the sourness Two close souls which were once one, they get lost in the honeycomb maize of their own house She in the chores of responsibility and her Little part ...doing "life" at the other end of the world .