In His Mother's Arms

Kind of stuck in the poetry loop. Still bringing over the old stuff.

My words

cause reaction

I say “I love you…

and always will”

His face glows

with a tinge of pink

and his eyes

can only see  the floor

I step close

to touch his chin

He winces

steps back

As if…..

some unseen force

pushes his body….

away.

He nervously

taps his foot

as I force his eyes

upon me.

I gently

pull him close

and feel

his stubbled chin

against  

the smoothness

of my face

Then…suddenly

a tear falls

upon my cheek

and his head rests….

 on the firmness

of my shoulder

For a moment……

he is….

but a little boy again

Resting safely…..

in his mothers arms.

©2009

LisaMarie