I Learn
I wake,
I see,
I feel love.
How can that be?
Do I know love?
Is it what I see?
It’s Mother,
I see surrounding me.
What are hands?
They caress me and
lift me to the sky it seems.
A warm body,
a squeeze,
it must be love
that touches me.
A smell I remember
from the time before,
when Mother sat with
me on the floor.
I learn fast the things
she says, because it’s love,
that Mother has.
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© 2009 Charles Dennis
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