Dear,
Fingertips that
braided hair,
lips that kissed my tears.
Hands that
warmed my own
throughout my
growing years.
Smile that
woke me up,
memories you
had me keep.
Wordless humming
to somber tunes,
at night
to help me sleep.
Wrinkles that
speak of leaving,
breath that
fades in song.
Eyes that
grasp at fleeing dreams
I love you,
Dear Mom.