Contemplative,
nurturing,
that scent tinged with baked goods
and day-old perfume.
That smell that wrapped its arms around him
when his brother took his toy away
or he fell off his bike.
Brown eyes,
that sing of the other side of the world
A song he'd only heard once.
But would kill to hear again
And lips, oh those lips..
that would kiss his forehead
and rock him to sleep.
That moved only to speak his praises
And tell him what an amazing person he would become.
All Robert wants in this world..
is a girl that reminds him of his mother.
Author notes
Written July 3rd, 2006
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