A familiar touch

The hot sun blared on my soft, red skin. 

It began to peel as the hours rolled on. 

I grabbed my stomach as it ached, and my tongue was dry.

Someone was missing, for she had been gone a while. 

My feet tore at the scorching sand 

My stomach began to yell, and my tongue began to cry.

I looked off into the distance looking for lost hope.

Where had she gone?

Soft fingers caressed my skin, I felt a familiar touch. 

I turned to face a delicate figure gleaming at me.

My mom has returned from her long journey. 

She has gone to the ends of the island to find us food.

An overwelming amount of hope radiated off my burnt skin. 

She dropped fruits from the trees, and water from the cacti.

I began to weep.

My mother's gentle hands wiped my face clean,

I touched her face and stared into her sparkling eyes, 

I gave her a quick kiss of endearing affection

for I could not live without her.