When she hugged her the child felt no love.
Her hugs were as empty as a paper cup.
Like an empty paper cup on the wind just blowing with no place to land.
Where was the comfort that a child usually feels from a mother's embrace? As she looked up at her she didn't even see it in her mother's face. Has him leaving them drained her very soul? Did she invest so much in him that when he walked away it left this once warm hearted lady completely cold; that now when her child comes to her for comfort and love?
All she has left to give is empty hugs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem