By Bobby Warner
Soft, gently moving. Intertwined, yet hardly touching. Youthful radiance full of life. These feelings belong to mother and child. How I love her, she thinks, with the sensation of motherly love welling up inside. Tiny eyes look about, curious but heedful of unexpected movement.
Moments become eternities, as mother strokes the new hair of child and feels movements of the tiny one she has brought forth.
What personifies the affection shown by both? Soft, gently moving hands that touch so briefly as though not to diminish the love they offer in the fingertips.
Mother-Child hands, touching…communicating what words cannot say.
Handily presented.
How beautiful and moving — and fitting, as we approach Mother’s Day.
How moving and articulate about feelings. I could feel them. Thank you.
Very well done Bobby. Nice to see your work again.
Very vivid and touching (pun intended:))… Nicely done!
I enjoyed this prose poem. It took me back to my own inexplicably beautiful moments of mother-child first love.
Lovely. Your words do justice to this tender moment.
Moving and feel-good. Great work, Bobby.