Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2014
The eyes that used to look at me with warmth
The lips that used to kiss me with care
The arms that used to hold me with comfort
The cheek that used to brush up to mine with delight
The hands that used to caress me with content
I tried to find them again.....*

But they weren't there anymore.
Inspired by my metaphorical mother: Elvi :D
Written by
Bea De Vera
293
   Tasneem Moosa
Please log in to view and add comments on poems