Maternally Yours
Brushing fine blonde hair from her brow,
And replacing it with a light peck
I tell her she is so pretty when she smiles
She is giggling, watching two kittens play,
In a golden beam of sunlight on the floor
So innocent, such a mirror of my toddler self
I potter about the kitchen, smiling as she coos
And after pots and pans are clean,
I move through the rooms, scouting
For washing on the floor
And sheets we don't mention anymore
The afternoon sun has moved now,
Turning the tiles to a brilliant ochre
She has fallen asleep, head on the table
Running my fingers down her cheek to wake her
Marveling at her skin, so smooth and soft to touch,
I whisper close to her ear
"Hey! Come on, off to bed with you"
Tucked up bed, I gently squeeze her hand
And tell her to dream the sweetest dreams
She looks at me with big wide eyes and says,
"Thank you for putting up with me"
I kiss her velvet face, adjust the covers
And fight my tears as I reply,
I'll see you tomorrow Mum
I love you
Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2014-02-18 at 17:34
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