She is wrapped in my favorite blankie,
I pushed it off of me,
Giving my small, warm body room to breathe.
My little fingers holding on to her soft side,
We're cuddling closely,
Breathing in sync
Almost as if we were one person.
Our eyes are closed
Softly fluttering like butterflies,
With my floral shirt upturned,
exposing my stomach
And my mother beside me,
I sink deeper into my dreams.
Now I'm awake.
I am no longer that young girl
Resting so peacefully with her mother.
No longer carefree,
Giggling at nearly anything.
I am a woman
In a broken society.
Gasping for breath
Like a child jolted awake
From a nightmare.
If only others could see
Things the way she and I do,
Then maybe,
Just maybe,
The world would look more
Like that sweet little girl
Carefree and relaxed
Only feeling the warmth of her mother.
I may not be so little anymore
And no longer cuddling closely,
Even so,
Our bond is not broken.