Free verse, Poem

Day 35: Lost (2)

I remember running
Only coming back
To take a bite
Of the food
You held out.

Shouts of “Be careful”
Followed by childish
Promises of safety
That I used to say.

I loved how your soft
Hands would
Tuck me in at night.

Feather kisses,
The warmth of your breath,
Wrapping me in
Protective care.

Those long strong
Wiping tears
Making warm milk
Massaging oil into my hair.
Healing touches.

An illness that made
Powerful touches

Arms that held me
Weak and shaky
Until others held you up.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: In memory of my mom who passed away from cancer. #worldcancerday

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