Butterfly Kisses
Sitting on the bed in her embrace,
I can see the love all over her face.
Her light blue eyes shine like gems
Behind her thick, squared glasses lens,
Her mouth is in a beautiful smile;
The one I haven’t seen for a while.
She plays with and kisses my hair,
“I will never leave you, I swear.”
I say to her, her eyes fill with tears,
“Don’t worry Mommy, I’m right here.”
She pulls me closer, puts her head on mine,
I take off her glasses, she gets the sign.
We rub our noses together,
I laugh, it tickles like a little feather.
Then we start to blink our eyes
For the butterfly kisses, my mother cries.
“I love you,” She says, hugging me close,
“I love you,” I put her glasses back on her nose.
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