An Ode to My Mom’s Presence Keisha Lewis This is for the woman whose presence made me find my peace. Her loud and firm voice that echoed in my mind, giving me a sense of comfort. Some things truly never change. The way her laughter fills up a room. The warm and cozy smell her clothes have, a signature smell. The smell of coming home from a long trip. Home: a place with a sense of belonging. This is an ode to the crescent moon shaped eyes forming in her face as she smiles. Her jet black, long hair falling onto my face as she holds me in her arms. The way her chest rises up and down as she breathes. The hot air breath falling onto my head. The way her acrylic nails move through my hair, as the sound of complaining escapes out my mouth. The way her warm cheeks feel, pressed against my face. This is an ode to a woman I always knew was near. Someone whose words I don’t need to decipher to understand. The relaxation washing over me as I touch her even in the slightest way. This is an ode to the woman who loves me the most.
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