Mama

Soft voice

Calling 

"Sweet girl!"

Love in her eyes

Stroking my hair

Until the closed doors of sleep are opened

Long fingers

Stretched toward the open window 

As the sun disappears, eyes closed

Laughing with eyes radiating with warmth 

Felt only on the hottest days 

When the ice cream melts and the watermelon drips 

Down her elbows as she smiles so big

Holding on the the last thread of hope

That anything can happen

And that the stars can guide her on