You are my purpose
There are days when reminiscing becomes inadequateAnd I must see your face
Moments when memories are like old photos viewed repeatedly, and their edges fade in my minds eye.
Seconds that feel like hours, hours that I would swear contained an entire month....
Without you, there is no me.
My womb has moments where I could promise on my life I feel you there
Swaddled, warm, and protected. This is the way I wish it could be. You, here with me, but as protected as you were in my womb...
Fluids mesh, as plasma makes it's way from my own life sustaining body to yours.
Entetwined in a way that makes it impossible to experience disconnect.
A bond is formed. One that is different from all others, cannot be broken, cannot be destroyed, cannot be real...
But it is, this love I feel for you is undeniable.
A mothers bond.... it is unconditional.
You cut your hair and the cats to match. Water covers the entire carpet, lipgloss hand prints are a reminder of the fun you had with your friend last weekend.
These moments become memories, that begin to resemble old photos. Frayed in my minds eye from being viewed repeatedly, fondly.
I sit here now, and wonder how I could possibly verbally display the love that I have for you in one poem.
And inevitably, I realize, my little kindred spirit, that it is not possible.
I cry, even as I create this memory for you, hoping one day the edges will be frayed from repeated views.
From the moment my fingers first touched the keys, I had an ache in my heart from wanting to see your face... the memories proving inadequate at the moment.
Needing to feel your soft skin, brush my lips against yours.
You see, there is no me without you.
You are my purpose in life.
Mommys little angel... I put my hand to my stomach, and I could swear, I feel you there
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