Softly brushing my face, is it a child’s kiss upon my cheek?
Caresses long gone, almost forgotten but not quite, begin to creep
Into my conscientiousness demanding my attention
Dragging long stilled emotions out of sleepy retention.
Light bright sunlit mornings running through the trees
Wind blown autumns wrapped up warm chasing after leaves.
Fingers tracing over goosebumps lips moist and tender
Needs screaming for release and surrender.
The smell of newborn babies, you thought you would die
Birth pains felt by both bonding you so deep, tears fill your eyes.
Watching them grow and play and mature, such precious fruit of yours
Protect them, guide them, love them , teach them and keep them from evil’s claws.
Tears flow as they leave, out on their chosen paths not always what you’d of planned
Still they are brave and new . They will stand on their own yet if they fall you’ll be there to give a hand.
Then back they come with love, with pain or grief then the fresh smell of a newborn
Such great joy more memories blossoming your future to adorn.
Softly brushing my face, is it a child’s kiss upon my cheek?
Caresses long gone, almost forgotten but not quite begin to creep
Into my conscientiousness demanding my attention
Dragging long stilled emotions out of sleepy retention.
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