On occasion I give my kin a peck before they go to bed. Last evening as I did this and turned off their bedroom light a thought pierced my heart. I cannot remember the last time my mother kissed me goodnight or goodbye. She has been away so long that I’ve forgotten her embrace. Surely by now her pace has gotten a little slower and she’s shrunk a noticeable millimeter or two then when we were last in the same Country together.
I chuckled at the thought of a 42 year old missing his mama. It was a front though to myself because if I could have a hug or a kiss right now I’d gladly take it.
