DAY 82 - HEALING TOUCH

 82.


HEALING TOUCH
An old memory,
me with a fever, Mother
at my bedside stroking my head,
reading Girl of the Limberlost to me.
Seventy years ago, but I still feel her hand,
cool and comforting, rough and dry, too
(she deserved softer days).
She knew instinctively if I had a fever,
relied on her mother's intuition,
kiss on my forehead.
I must have been very sick,
she read several chapters.


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