she wasn't asleep but
she was just as peaceful.
my lungs matched the rhythm
of her soft, slow breaths, I felt
with my arm flung across her chest
so I could hold her hand in mine.
and for a while,
I couldn't focus on anything
but her.
22.05.20
i held my mother as she fell asleep, and i wondered if she felt that same consuming love when she held me as a child.
our relationship has come a long, rocky way and still has far to go, but i'm grateful i have a privilege to love her