I long for the brush of your finger tips, <br />Gently pulling my hair into place, <br />Forming the braids upon my head. <br />I long for your whispers at night, <br />Quietly leading me to sleep, <br />A silent lullaby, <br />Soothing the tiredness away. <br />I long for your smell, <br />An aroma of peaches and fresh baked bread <br />That tickles my nostrils. <br />I long for your laughter, <br />A river of smooth sounds, <br />Swiftly flowing from your mouth, <br />Expanding to fill every abyss of my ears. <br />I long to see your eyes, <br />A pool of crystals and diamonds, <br />Twinkle with mischief. <br />I long for your presence, <br />Comforting me, encouraging me, believing in me. <br />I long for you to see me grow up.<br /><br />Mahfooz Ali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-to-my-late-mother/
