Wrinkled skin
A furrowed brow
Gnarled hands
And yet somehow
A youthful soul
Is what I see
When your image
Comes to me
I miss you, Mom
Night and day
Your gentle touch
Your loving way
Yet I’ll always know
You're near to me
For the bond we have
Spans eternity
About the Creator
Liz Montano
Former news reporter, now a multi-genre novelist who's indie-published out of impatience. I'm much happier now writing stories and endings that touch and make readers feel. I can be contacted at elizabethmontano.com or #newsbizlizzy on X.
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