My mother doesn’t hug me                                                                                             but I feel her arms around me when she quietly hands me my favourite chocolate bar
My mother doesn’t kiss me                                                                                             but I feel her lips on my forehead when she takes care of my injuries
My mother doesn’t tell me she loves me                                                                           but I read it in every “I'm home” text
My mother doesn’t ask me much                                                                                      but she notices everything
My mother may seem cold to many                                                                            because her warmth is reserved for me alone