To One of My Moms

No matter how many times,
I run a comb through your hair,
or spoon an ice chip,
between your creased lips,  
or run my hands,
across your chapped face,
I still cannot make you feel as loved,
as you have made me feel,
throughout my entire life.

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[highonwords]

this sounds intimate and somehow heartbreaking because of the contrast between the love among family members ....thank you for sharing :)