A Mother’s Touch

June 17, 2019

Her love is a warm and unconditional gift,

I cherish her heart, knowing it’ll never shift.

She kisses me goodnight and tells me goodbye,

Her voice is my favorite lullaby.

My heart ached when I had to leave,

But I yearn for the phone calls that I will receive.

Gone for college, where I feel alone,

I know my mom will always pick up the phone.

Eighteen years later, and I was gone,

Her little girl was moving along.

I’m gone in spirit, but I’m present in heart,

Nothing could ever tear her and I apart.

She’s my favorite hello and my hardest goodbye,

And both leave me in an inevitable cry.

I love her dearly, her heart and such,

I will always adore my mother’s touch.

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