Yum

A mother’s pure love
feels warm and sunny,
secure and yummy
sweeter than honey.

Butterfly kisses
that land on my head,
melts my hungry heart,
like freshly baked bread.

Lights up my senses
my heart starts to fly,
sweetening my mind,
like warm apple pie.

Forget old troubles,
forgive all mistakes,
enjoy your embrace
slice of homemade cake.

Affection consumed,
fills me up inside,
the love you provide
keeps me satisfied.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy