That Irreplaceable Touch
That one touch which is soothing,
That one touch which is healing.
It reaches out to hold you tight,
In its soft caress, all is made right.
That one touch which gave unconditional love.
That one touch is definitely missed.
It’s been years of missing that touch. With each passing year, I realize how important that touch was. Even though I was annoyed as a child, and it irritated me then, now that it’s completely lost in heaven. That one touch of a mother.
She passed away when I was growing up. I hardly understood what life was and what problems were. I did not realize that my constant was no longer a constant. She listened to my meaningless stories from waking up until going back to sleep, passing back smiles to enlighten me. She lived her own dreams through my eyes, her happiness reflected in my naughtiness. The wounds were mine, but her heart bled. That’s how I remember you.
All I remember is that she wanted me to shine and stand with respect and dignity.
All of a sudden, the world turns around. Every word hits you and makes you miss her more. It seems like everyone has something more than me; they are a little more complete than I am. Though she’s no longer physically present, the memory of that touch lives on, a testament to the enduring power of a mother’s love.
Loss to a 18 year old.
