In honor of mothers and daughters everywhere on Mother’s Day and the special bond that they share comes this beautiful poem by Jayne Jaudon Ferrer.

Portrait

From Dancing with My Daughter: Poems of Love, Wisdom, and Dreams by Jayne Jaudon Ferrer (Loyola Press)
Here we sit—two girls—
surrounded by all things pink.
I look at your fingers
so tiny!
kiss them,
caress them,
wonder
what all will fall
within their grasp.
Your eyes are wide
and merry,
as though you know
some delectable secret
and can’t wait until I
discover it, too.
But it is your skin
that captivates me.
So pure!
Fairly glistening
with unsullied newness of life.
My finger is a sponge
as I trace across your temple,
tickle across your tummy,
tease across your toes.
I soak up your
virgin essence
like a parched stem
sucking up summer rain.
Gorged on your glorious goodness,
drunk on your luminous glow,
I giggle,
you hiccup,
we bask
as here we sit—
two girls—
and the day
disappears.

To read more of Jayne Jaudon Ferrer’s poetry and to order her collection of books, visit her website.

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