When Mom Used To Hold Me

I was small when Mom used to hold me. I was tiny. Even when I was not so tiny Mom held me. When I was having a bad day Mom would hold me and make the day go better. When I had tears in my eyes Mom would hold me and wipe those tears away. When I played myself tired, she picked me up and rock me to sleep. Mom would sing soft lullabies in my ear and I would feel safe and warm. When I woke up in pain. Mom would hold me all the way to the emergency room late at night and sing to me all the way home. When those bad thunderstorms came she would jump in my bed and grabbed my covers and snuggle me up in her arms and she would still be there in the morning. When I was frustrated about not being able to do something she would wrap her arms around me and tell me she understood. When she made cookies she would put me in her lap and we would have a few. Mom used to hold me for no reason at all. That's when Mom just wanted to love me.



                         Ah, the joys

                                    of having Mom

                                                        hold me!