Lilliana Serrano
Joined May 2022
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For The Hands That Held Me
Dear mother, I never told you this, but I miss you. I miss your warm touch and your comforting kisses. I miss the gentle scent of your cheap perfume, wafting through the sweet summer heat as you held me. I miss the lullabies you sang to me as a child; low, soothing, and beautiful. I miss sitting on the porch with you, listening to the windchimes and the songs of the bluejays. I miss waking up early to the sound of you singing, as if nobody else would hear; as if it was just you and the Earth alone.
By Lilliana Serrano2 years ago in Families