Just for a moment we danced,
And too soon we had to part,
In that wonderful little moment,
Something sweet happened to my heart,
Your sweet breath caressed my ears,
Your jaw bristles scoured my cheeks,
and left indelible dents on my senses,
And I tumbled….
Many nights I stayed awake,
reliving the dance again and again,
Many days the rumble of your voice echoed in my head,
Your uttered breath, a breeze to my ears,
Many times I thought of your butterfly kiss,
Brushing my golden toned skin,
Shall we dance again?
Love notes of an enamoured miss.
You tossed and tumbled,
Turning my insides into your playground,
I felt your hiccups and your heartbeats,
which echoed like mine,
My little cuddly, smooth and soft bundle,
Sweet smells of innocence as you gaze up at me,
Your snuffles as you latch on,
To nipples that nourish you to life,
I watch in bated wonder, my heart expands beyond word’s,
As I tumble over and over knowing that you are mine,
The love notes of a mother
Seasoned hands reach for each other,
In comfort and in love we cling,
Cackling at jokes understood only by us,
Nodding in silent understanding of unspoken words.
We watch many sun’s go down,
Ginger and Iced beer a sip, a smile and a hum,
Swinging on the porch,
Till you say to me,
Let’s go to bed my love,
Creaky bones and seasoned hands clasped,
In granny pj’s and cosy furry slippers,
We crawl into familiar bed,
And we tumbled, Just you and I.
The love notes of a seasoned wife
For the love notes of a grand-daughter please click on this link The tale of the wrinkled hands
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post prompt The Power Of Touch
Textures are everywhere: The rough edges of a stone wall. The smooth innocence of a baby’s cheek. The sense of touch brings back memories for us. What texture is particularly evocative to you?