She holds me close to her,
Cradling me In her arms.
Her sweet breath brushes over my face as she gently talks to me.
The words are meaningless, I don’t understand
But her eyes so deep and alive tell me everything
Then,
The moment ends and I’m handed over. Never to feel that touch again.
I’m awake lying in my bed at home,
Eyes staring blankly at the white washed ceiling as if dead
My mind spinning as I try to remember something, anything
I cant. I have no memories of the last day, no memory at all
And now, I’m alone. Just myself and me looking out for one another
One day I will see, one day I will know, one day I will
Remember.
This poem is about adoption from birth and the desperation to remember a mothers touch.
