Author: WhispersOfSilence PM
After remembering the countless fights I've had with my mom.Rated: Fiction K - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 107 - Published: 04-26-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3016990
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You remember the hand that struck,
And struck hard.
You think only of your tear-stained cheeks
After yet another spat.
All you recall is the frowning brow,
The angry eyes.
You only see the contorted mouth,
Hear the voice scolding.
But one day,
In a future that only Time can tell of,
You will remember
The hand's caress;
The cheeks that were kissed;
The tender eyes;
The kisses of the mouth;
The soothing, loving voice;
And tears of a different kind
Will stain your cheeks (No longer chubby, never again to be round)
And a broken voice will call: