My mother is a silkworm deep inside her cocoon, quietly spinning silk.
When the time is right she will emerge, safe and well, in her glorious robes.
Hello there, my mother is 85 years young and cocooning. We both think it’s a wonderful and protective concept and very important. Watching her this morning having her breakfast at a distance these words come to mind and a friend suggested they made a poem and to send in to you. Many thanks and stay safe.