Mother

Mother, how much we don’t realise how much we need her.

She’s always there for us when we need her. She looks over us. She is nearer. Mothers touch is something so fragile and comforting, looking into her eyes is like looking into vast and deeper oceans where you know that the love will never end; only continue and fill up your heart so much that contentment is fulfilled, your heart is full. So of course it was like a dart, hitting me at first right in my heart losing her left a mark. I realise how much I miss being in her comforting arms, mothers touch, so soft and warm, as if you were still in her womb. So safe and charmed she had you in her palms. Oh mother how much I miss you stroking my hair calling me baby bear. Keeping my demons at bay and my tears away. For if they were to come back another day I know you would be the ray that shines them away.