For Mom

- by Linda Athis forgivingmom.com

Your gaze brushed my eyelids
as I read the poem you shared.
When done, I didn’t look up,
pretending to read on,
to savor this kiss
between Mother and Daughter.

You and I, we never agreed on much.
This time, there was peace.
The winds of difference, calmed.
A window flew open
with a soothing gust.
At last I knew.
You really, really loved me.