Mother
She caresses my cheek
as if to reassure me.
But I do not know
that this touch is sacred
for I am too young to realize
that her touch is not forever.
She smiles
as if to reassure me.
She paints our smiles on a blank canvas
with the family she started on her own.
Her tears fell,
they did not reassure me.
She swept me into her arms
and showed me my oppurtunities.
But I did not know
at what cost it had taken her to give me these.
She kissed me gently
and whispered into my small ear,
your family will always be here.
She reassured me.
This poem is about:
My family