~~~
Her hand was a cool gentle stroke
Against my heated brow
For I had been cast down
By raging fever
For two days now
~~~
I was lifted from my cot
Twice a day
Into Mama’s arms
While Aunt Myna and Mother
Changed the bedding
New pajamas for me
I could smell the sunshine
As I was lying again
Propped against soft pillows
~~~
My Mother’s hands
We’re dainty and feminine
Capable and always cool
Sometimes she would
Warm them beneath my shirt
Because I had a warm tummy
We laughed and laughed
~~~
Whenever I was ill
She would stroke my forehead
In order to soothe me
Reassure me
That she would not leave
On the third day
The fever broke
and no longer
Was my body racked
By hard coughing
My Mother left
Her indelible mark
~~~
Even now I remember
Her touch
Light as a feather
Cooling and healing
I remember her touch
Filled with love
Her indelible mark
Upon my heart
~~~
Theresa H Hall
July 31,2012 @ 2 PM
