Indelibly Marked


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


About Theresa H Hall

As a professional vocalist. licensed broadcaster, artist, published poet, lyricist, writer, essayist, critic, animal lover and budding pastr View all posts by Theresa H Hall

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