Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Mama



I’d inhale the sweet fragrance on her neck,
wishing I could capture it forever.
Eyes shut tight,
sun glowing bright,
Nothing could replace these peaceful moments together.

She’d sing me lullabies,
daydreaming about the moon
as we laid on our Persian rug
in the late afternoons.

Touching the tiny mole on her neck
until slumber came,
I’d plead with God to give me one that
looked just the same.

I’d cling to her
bargaining with sleep,
asking for more time,
just so I could feel her heart beat
in rhythm to mine.

I still catch hints of her powdery, flowery perfume,
and I could almost swear to this day
our hearts beat to the same tune.©
-maryamnoori-

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