When I stare off into space and my mind runs free, I've seen you.
Every time I pass through a crowd, I think that I've found your face
When a seasoned woman of love hugs me tight from her soul, then I know that I've felt you
Each time my name is said with a a soul liberating ring, I'm so sure that I've heard you
A meal made with well worked and wrinkled hands and a heart of gold flavors my curious palette, and I'm grateful that I've tasted you.
I sit with my daughter and I comb through her dark curly strands. It's silky and easy, yet it coils by it's own strength. It's confident and naturally relaxed, yet it has a mind all it's own. Braiding it is like plodding through lush underbrush, and weaving carefully through my history. Mom, I'm confident that this is your hair.
The sweet aromatic waft of roses fills my nose and delights my senses. The hairs on my head stand at attention and my skins cools. Your fragrance will always be deeply gratifying
Much like an embrace into a warm bosom and the nourishing nectar from those same breasts, somehow deep down I know that you've nurtured me
When my presence is caught in the reflection of a mirror, and my eyes lock into my image,with majestic awe weighing heavy in my being, I know that I've seen you.
Seeking God for strength to look into my own eyes and say "I love you" ; most certainly I love you too.
I know that I've seen you.
Man this really spoke to my soul. This made me cry a lil.Specially the part about when you comb your daughter's hair that it is your mom's hair. SO DEEP. THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS WITH US.
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ReplyDeleteI am so honored that you read my post. I believe that we are innately connected to our mothers in the womb. Our soul never forgets. I am blessed in that it moved you. Many blessings to you my sweet friend.