She rested her head on my shoulder

Her voiced echoed in through my chest

I smiled at the memory of her still in my womb

My hand stroked her hair 

And I closed my eyes and remembered.

Lifetimes of memories of childhood there.

I didn’t hear her  words

But they echoed in my heart.

Bringing tears of 




I kissed her head

That still 

Had the scent 

From the day she was born

Of a baby dove.

Have you smelled a baby bird?

It smells of life

And freedom

And rebirth.

This precious 

Priceless moment

It could have passed unnoticed

But I called her in

For one last hug.

A new memory

Of a mother’s