In the wee hours of the morning,
her visits often happen then,
the charge in the air is palpable
and sleep is still in my head.
Her message hangs heavily in the air,
the words are always the same.
“Two kisses I will give you,
to help get you through your day.
One kiss is to give you courage,
to help you save the world.
The other kiss is to help protect you
from the curve balls that life will hurl”.
Her words soothe me and give me peace
in the last moments of my sleep.
And on my cheeks, as I face the world,
two kisses I shall keep.
This was the poem in my head at 4:00 am. I will be forever grateful for those kisses. I miss you mom.
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