5.08.2011

to my mother

It is Yours

I wish you were here with me.
I miss your smile.
But I can see it every day
when Calvin looks up at me
with that toothy, dimpled grin.
It is an angel’s smile,
and it is yours.

I wish you were here with me.
I miss your hugs.
But I can feel them every day
when Calvin holds my neck
and presses his cheeks to mine.
His face is soft and warm,
and it is yours.

I wish you were here with me.
I miss stroking your hair.
But I can touch it every day
when I hold Calvin’s head in my hand
so gently when he sleeps.
His hair is fine and smooth,
and it is yours.


1 comment:

  1. Happy Mother's Day, Christy! I see the resemblance in your mother. The eyes, mostly.
    I had a terrific Mom and I miss her but mostly I wish I could ask her if she loved me as much as I love my child. I think that a mother's love is in many ways and in many situations an unrequited love. There is an impbalance in the amount of love that you feel for your child versus how they feel about you.

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