Stroking my cheek with uttermost softness that I have craved ever since I was an infant, gently outlining features that have grown more profound by bathing in the moonbeams.

Magnifying deep, silky brown freckles that hide under the sadness that my skin has grown tired of. Kissing the cemented frown lines that have been carved onto my face for some time now.

Carefully closing my battered eyelids that have tried to contain waterfalls of memories that slide down my cheek too often, she allows a blanket of warmth to cover them kindly, happiness now diving to my heart, cracking it open. Allowing a sea of emotions to capture my body.