The Love of a Child

I am lost
in your arms around my neck,
squeezing,
as you giggle with delight.
My nose finds that little spot
between your neck and your ear
and I inhale your smell,
your essence.
Your eyes meet mine
and I fall
head over heels
in love.
Again.
We've met before somewhere,
in another time,
another place.
We've traveled far and wide,
hand in hand.
I'm sure.
Because never have I felt so alive,
so intact, as I do
with your little fingers
on my cheeks
as you gaze at me
full of trust,
adoration,
love,
and call me

Mama.


©2014 Courtney Ann Howard