Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mother's Day 2014

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.

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