Links of the Heart

Smooth touch close to the heart The light pressure to check for symptoms The warmth of heat that comes to feel Her whimsical methods of breath She can hear the slowness of peace No strife or anger in the voice A motivation that pulls the sickness away She listens to every pain and sorrow Mothers never stray from her children's voice Always ready to feed, to listen A cough concerns her will an intuition Caring without notice, that is mother She understands the scar that lays Even when silent she knows her child Every word every smile and giggle It gets absorbed by listening with care Mother always looks and never delays If delayed it is that she was listening The obvious is her way to track Listening to the beckoning calls 24/7