Mother's chest was soft and warm as I laid there, cradled on her breast
Her hands stroke my hair gently-slowly as she hummed a lullaby she always sang to me before I fell asleep
It was thoughts like these the made me reminisce the quiet nights I used to spend when I was younger
Thoughts like these that coursed familiar nostalgia through my blood, and as I lay there to the steady thump of her heartbeat
I couldn't help but close my eyes and drift away into the softness of her wool sweater
Her voice carried me away, along with the sweet scent of flowers and the fresh breeze of spring that radiated off of her
A scent that was one of the honeysuckles that blooms in our backyard by the weeping willow. The tree that often wept its leaves onto the grass in the fall
I wish times could always be like this. So easy and peaceful like the intricate ways her fingers wove through my hair
The same way I remembered as a child
As soft and calm as they've always been
And for the first time in a long time I smiled, scarce but there, I wish it could always be like this
