Quiet. Arms open wide.
My mother’s voice wraps compassion
around my pleading.
Yes, Sompingme? Her arms encircle
her child’s constant needing.
Rocking back & forth comes
I want to stay this way.
Forever & ever & ever.
She promises without hesitation.
This twenty-four year old
adult hugs tighter, silent please,
prayer mother’s touch stay unrelenting.
Author’s Note: I love you, Mom. Your hugs mean more to me than you will ever know. Thank you for always letting me linger in them when life is a mess or joyous. I couldn’t ask for a better Sompingit. ❤