Mother’s Arms – a villanelle

In my mind I am but three
Bereft of all my adult stress,
With mother’s arms embracing me

Enduring love can set me free
As to her heart I gently press.
In my mind I am but three

My future trials I cannot see –
What lies ahead an empty guess,
With mother’s arms embracing me

A grown up, I am all at sea
With feelings I try hard to suppress.
In my mind I am but three

Does past life really hold the key
To actions I cannot confess?
With mother’s arms embracing me

In comfort, I little could foresee
My life would end in such a mess.
In my mind I am but three,
With mother’s arms embracing me