To Meet and Wait

I’m with my mother,

I’m on her lap.

 

I can smell her scent,

See her age spots and worn skin.

 

We are not speaking words,

Occasionally exchanging glances.

 

Our minds are in different worlds,

But our bodies are close and touching.

 

I’m waiting for her to say something to me,

Wishing to hear the voice of my relative.