Kisses For My Mother
Category: FIFTY
The place where I had felt most safe and loved as an infant, in my mother's arms, with my nose and mouth pressed to her skin, just above her heart and below her shoulder, that place was calling me back to say good-bye. Good-bye, good night, my sweet, beautiful mother. And thank you for loving me so well.
By Andree Rachelle, ContributorBlogger at weepingoak.wordpress.com, 2015-02-18