MOTHER’S KISS

He runs to me

crying

over a bump on his head

or a scrape on his knee

asking for my kiss-

balm for all his pains.

If only the magic lasts.

~~~~~

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20 thoughts on “MOTHER’S KISS

  1. ah you can hope…i think in some ways we always need our parents…it does get a bit different though…its cute when they do an makes us feel needed…smiles.

    1. Thanks, Barbara. Yeah, a few years after the children (at least mine) learn to fend for themselves, they think getting kisses is a chore. 🙂

    1. Hi Diane. 🙂 I guess you are not alone because some elderly mothers I know still look at their grown children and see the baby they held in their arms.

  2. Yes, those magic kisses. Heals all wounds and hurt. I still do it. Guess a mother’s magic never ends. 😀 *hugs*

      1. I think we are the ones that’s blessed hon and thanks for the compliment. I can say the same of you hon. They do make our lives complete. 😀

  3. This made me smile, but it was a bit sad too, because it made me realize that they pretty much heal themselves. They don’t want a kiss to make it all better.

    1. Janna, I already see that in my eldest. He is all big boy, and rarely asks for that kind of attention anymore. 🙂 THanks for coming by. 🙂

  4. My magic does last, only it changes. Just this morning I (only partly) jokingly asked my now 18 year old if she wanted me to kiss the “boo boo” she got yesterday and she laughed, yet, still I think there is a part of both of us that would have liked it. The magic is we have a closeness, from the years of actually kissing boo boos and that closeness, that love, you don’t ever have to outgrow. 🙂

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