A Poem of Motherhood
No words pass and maybe, just maybe, no sounds. Only mirroring irises deep and rich in hue. I see you, you see me. A sequence, one that creates sensations of perpetual endearment.
I know that look of forever love and with it, the desire for this never ending moment.
A daily ritual, a moment of pure presentness, here in my entirety.
Sliver of my soul, piece of yours — they live inside of us, a surviving bond between, no matter where our spirits may fly free.
Hold tight little bird, that gaze, hold it tight.