I remember her warmth

 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