Sometimes I remember her warmth
When I see daughters curl up beside their moms
When they run to mom when they have good news and when they have bad news
When they sit together and have nice conversations
When they need a problem solved
When they simply pick up their phones and call their moms
I remember her warmth when I’m sick and no one sits by my bed
When I have a cold and no one rubs menthol on my chest
When my cover slips and no one puts it back
When my heart breaks and I cry alone at night
I remember her warmth when I feel stuck and completely lost
I remember her warmth when I have to buy things that moms usually take care of
I remember her warmth everyday, I wonder if she remembers mine too
