Wave of panic rises, sour on the tongue as milk on the turn.

Fathom the plan through the mire.

Galvanise the troops of maternal concern, guiding and coaxing the calm from the storm.

Breathe in and deliberately out, as methodically as the embroiderers hand.

Stitching back together the pieces of this moment.

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