I Found My Home In Her Eyes
Thank You Mom
As a young child,
when my mom would look at me
and see me with her loving blue eyes,
I knew I was home.
When I grabbed her hands to hold
I’d bring her wrist up to my nose…
her scent was an Estee fragrance;
a particular bouquet no longer made or sold.
Comfort came in one whiff…I knew I was home.
Her soft, quiet presence
modeled to me a love for listening
and to this day,
so many years later,
when I feel heard...
I know I am home.
My Mom passed just a few years back.
When I am especially missing her,
I make sure to look at this particular photo
that I took of my Mom.
It captured a moment
when all her vulnerability came forth,
a snapshot of time
when she clearly felt her beauty,
and her worth;
and today,
when I look at that photo
I remember my own,
and...
I know I am home.
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