I miss those days
When a woman cuddled me close to her heart
When that same woman tied me on her back
When she covered me in the embrace of her chest
When she sang me the sweetest lullaby ever
When she stayed awake for me to sleep peacefully
I miss those days
When I abruptly woke up and she was there to pamper me back to sleep.
When I dropped a tear and behold her hand immediately wiped it away
When I craved something and it was there right before me
When I called out and a voice readily came to my help
When a tap on the back was the in thing for me
I miss those days
When the heavens opened thus the rains
When they poured and I danced in them
When hailstones fell and I ate them as ice
When that woman spanked me for doing this
Yet when thunder roared and I went hiding within her skirts
I miss those days
When my only name was beautiful
When only my family had the prettiest daughters
When the woman’s only pride lay in the beauty of her children
When living home was like walking in a park of roses
I miss those days when that woman was my Mother.
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A beautiful poem. The love of a mother is never forgotten. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
You are welcome my dear, and thanx for the kind words too