has crept in on silent paws like a cat
stolen into the room, curled around the curtains
and pooled in the corners.
Soft lips against my face,
your toothpaste-laden breath against my cheek
whispers of giggle-laden days and nightmares
cuddled away by my enfolded arms.
I love this time; a time to dust clean the day's blackboard,
to erase the marks, a chance to emotionally recharge your heat
and make sure you know, that you always know that your mother loves you.
And you will never know how precious is that daily gift
of arms and face freely given.
I am so lucky.
Minerva
8 comments:
Yay! Lovely, as always, and good to have you back. I hope your time of relaxation went well.
A beautiful tribute to the children of a mothers love.
Glad you're back Minerva! Hope you had a relaxing and good time away.
:-)3T
beautiful...
glad you are back... :)
peace...
Welcome back Minerva! Your beautiful words touch my soul. The love of a mother for her children is awe inspiring ... as are your words.
I hope you found some peace and new beginnings while you were away!
Welcome back...as always your words were beautiful!
yay! Minerva is home... and her talent is as haunting and evocative as ever it was...
missed you babe.
Minxxxxx
Lovely poem. :-)
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