Mother
Your blood runs
through my arms, my legs,
my fingers, and most of all,
my heart
I think of you
as I put on my shirt
I remember the warm touch of your hand
as you fastened
that last button
your smile resting softly on me
as my eyes drink you in
the smell of your body in the air
like the dampness after a storm
You've never really left me
even a thousand miles away
You are always so close,
sitting beside me
holding my hand
reflecting a love
that has always lived
secretly in me
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