I watch you pool the cream
In the palm of your hand,
Not spilling a drop of that too precious love.
That movement massaging and
Gently spreading the love
From your heart and your soul.
Your gentle fingers stroking,
Moving so softly,
So smoothly,
Holding your breath of love
In your hands
And I wonder, are you remembering
Each and every gentle
Moment of care and caress,
Each motherly act which
Breathed, “I love you my precious”?
Feb 2011