Flow Of Love Poem by ANTONY PULLEN

My beloved mother told me one day.
Son, When I am sick and laid up,
Touch me and hold my palm.
Current of love and affection will flow.
And I could feel your presence,
In my soul and body and every where.
I may not be able to weap, cry or talk.
For those faculties already lost.
Every day I gently touched my mother,
In her sick bed, sitting on the cot.
And made my presence felt.
And saw love and affection flow.
Until on a day I felt but she left.