25 years since I heard your voice,
felt your touch,
saw your face,
Yet, you are as present in my heart
as the day I was born.
Flashback: Spring 1966
I remember the sensation
of being held and rocked.
Your heart beating beneath my ear,
your voice singing a lullaby.
I remember the distinct mother smell
that clung to you and wish I could breathe
in your scent one more time.
How I, a middle aged woman,
long to be that child again.
Being rocked and held,
sang to and loved beyond all reason
simply because I was yours.