A Mother's Embrace

My mother comes to me frequently these days.
  I am on my knees, head bowed.

She comes to me, reaches behind me
  and rubs my back.

She rubs my back and I cry.
  A shower of glistening sparkles rise.

She rubs.  I cry.

The pain, the fear, the loss
  dissipate upon her touch and float away.

She rubs.  I cry.

I feel safe.  I feel warm.
  I feel loved.  I feel wanted.

She rubs.  I cry.

Then, she holds my face in her hands
  and gazes into my soul.

Healing, love, peace.
  No answers.  Just love.

She rubs.  I cry.