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The Touch Of Mother

My mother and I, 1980

My mother and I, 1980


Day 16: 16th April 2015 NAPOWRIMO


The Touch Of Mother


Those gentle hands that fed me

Wiped my tears

Those gentle hands that helped me

To tie my hair

Those gentle hands that led me

In the darkness

The touch of my mother


You healed me every time I had a scar

Even the deep ones, on my heart, on my soul

I wish I was a child again, O mother

To be back in your arms, hearing your


Why did I grow up and move away

O mother.


Now I see my children grow

I hope to do the same for them,

Like you did.

Heal them, save them, guide them

With the touch of their mother.


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