There's a spark in her eyes every time she looks,
At me, at the world, at the tranquil brook,
Whatever she sees becomes a pretty sight,
Her smile, so vibrant, it blinds the sun's light.
What I love the most about my mother,
She gives me hugs like no other,
We wrap our arms and shut our eyelids,
Of my sorrows and tensions, I get rid.
She strokes my short hair and pecks my head,
I feel safe there, like under a shed,
As the bond between us grows stronger,
I wish I stay in her arms a bit longer.
A transfer of emotions and love takes place,
She mutters endearments with a smiling face,
In our thoughts and ideas we maybe apart,
For a special love is shared within our hearts.
A momentary salvation from bitter cruelty,
That temporary joy drifts me from reality,
I imagine myself rocking in the cradle,
As she tells me stories and interesting fables.
Every muscle loses its tension in the air,
I feel light as the unspeakable is shared,
She nods, we grin, she pulls my cheeks,
Her motherly fragrance, through my skin it seeps.
Yes, that's how magical her hug seems to me,
In that moment, to another land we flee,
I rush in there however I feel,
My greatest gift, o Lord, I thank Thee!
Yours poetically,
The Literary Artisan 💖
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