Mothers

Simplicity holds the key

A blanket that engulfs my young body simulates soft clouds upon my skin

A gentle hand with fingers that interlace the strands of my long locks

A sacred holding, a safety that resonates with my spirit

My mothers lap smells of home

I lay my head down on the pillow and I breath deep

I relax into it, a sense of peace unlike any other

Suddenly winds swirl faster as I step into my older version, time does not exist.

The crisp sound of the fire warms my soul and I breath deep

I am still engulfed in a blanket of comfort

Now, it somehow feels different, but the same

For it is my own creation. I alone weaved it

My hands slowly glide down the fur of my friend, my joy

Adoring eyes meet mine as she lays upon the pillow on my lap

Her sense of safety brings me peace

A remembrance of my childhood, a joy and love known well to my senses

Where no time has passed

Still, I am home.