teach me how to roll cookies again
ill pretend I don’t know how at all
only to see your hands
nearby mine oh! once more
likd they were in our time
now in peace..
in mellificent way
while holding my hands
in soft love
in the sacred embrace of
your own,
I’d give all of my hours
just for minutes of you
here in deepest of pains
borne of cost..
oh! to see perfect face
of the one who sees me
care not for scars of love
or love lost.
Makes it hard to breathe.
it was.
…made me remember my Mom, we never baked together, yet, we had that kind of relationship
Then you are fortunate. She must have been a wonderful woman…