Mother, May I

Mother, may I touch your face
pull your hair
and leave my handprint on your leg
So, when you left the grocery store with
50 lbs from every finger,
you wondered why
-midst Mother’s Day bouquets-
you saw a suppressed chuckle,
a knowing smile, nod –
telling you they knew
that someone very special
loves you.

©2022 Chel Owens

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