Poetry War – Essense of Mom
Essence of Mom
Swirls of pumpkin and rich brick-red
drift on a warm, creamy breeze.
with the far faint scent of talcum and rose
in the folds of a soft cotton sleeve.
Dipping my head in a cloud, I inhale
pure unconditional love
and bask in caresses of music that fall
on me from the heavens above.
A wisp of lips brushes my cheek,
and I float high above the abyss
while the starry sky whispers my name
and the name of the one I miss.
By Vickie Kayuk