Healing Touch

Oh mother,

It's your soft cool sheltered love

Hovering above me

Saving me from the hurt and sadness of this selfish world

Mother-- how can you fight all the odds just behind your back

And keep a sweet smiling face at the front for me?

Your hands appear of cuts and creases

Yet it has the gentlest touch ever bestowed upon me

You may not have had lunch

But you always ask me--

Have you eaten something?

Oh mother!

You have nursed me in yourself for months

Right from the day I was born...

I hope that when time comes

When it's time to go back to where one has come from

I may get to rest peacefully in your arms~