My mother used to hold her hand to my cheek to comfort me. I never had a blanket I was attached to, at least not one I remember. All I can remember is a flash of a memory of me lying in my bed scared with my "super mario brothers" sheets and blue painted walls, and being comforted by her back right hand held tightly against my right cheek. Nothing in this world will ever comfort me the way that action did.
Just once more please!
Please great powers, great god, great universe, buried subconscious, please!
Come to me in dream, in meditation, in hallucination
Hold her hand against my cheek.
Let me know this once more,
Let me breath once again,
Let me carry the delicate notion far into my life
Refresh my memory
I just want to know it was real.
I want to know that I am still that little boy,
That scared boy whose fears are brought to submission
By the subtle touch of an angel.
I do not have any videos of her,
So I do not hear her voice;
And I do not see her move.
I just want to hold her hand
Against my olive skinned cheek;
I do not need to see her eyes, it is her touch where I see that I am alive.
My mother is gone, 17 years now.
And I am not sure of who she was,
So maybe with one simple touch
Her presence would be restored,
And I could move forward with one strong memory;
Of how it feels to be safe from harm.
