Mother my first companion

My shoulders hunched, bunched and scrunched
I saw my chance to get a bit of body love and ease
” can I get a massage please?”
Sweet lady so petit with firm sensitive hands
A tender touch so sure and to me to reassure
So like the hands of my own sweet mama
She who has held and comforted me forever before
I cried and sighed and whyed and cried
I let go and breathed and softened a smidgen
I felt my heart go back to the start
And open and relax and feel a peace so brief
And I’m still bathing in gratitude
To this stranger who for an intimate moment was my mother and comforted me
How I cherish my connection with my mum

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When I was explaining to Lily why I was crying she said with her hand tightly in mine
“I never want to leave you mum, well maybe when I’m grown up to go to town to do some shopping or something!”
That melted me more

Dearest mamalata I am so joyfully anticipating a visit with you
Love Roselinde

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