When Mom Was A Moth

When Mom was a moth,

She shone in the light.

When Mom was a moth,

She flew with delight.

When Mom was a moth,

She would flutter against my cheek.

When Mom was a moth,

She could hide amongst the trees. 

When Mom was a moth,

She danced in the breeze.

Mom didn't have to worry when she was a moth,

Mom didn't cry when she was a moth,

There was only sweet nectar when Mom was a moth,

Furling and unfurling,

When Mom was a moth.  

-FractalLuna-

Reviews

[Lorry]

This is beautiful. I love the reminiscence feel to it, looking back on a life with soft thoughts and happy times. So many relatable lines that leave me with the feeling that although a personal write, we all see and feel the beauty of the sentiment within.

[FractalLuna]

Thank you for your kind words. I am glad you are rejoicing in the sentimentality of it. I was trying exude too much.
It's interesting to think of someone you love as another form and how they compare; hopefully something I can write more about here to come.