Mama

In…..Out…..
In…..then out…..
Push it in….then pull it out….

Stop.
There’s too much friction.
So you gotta wet it a bit.
Just put it between your lips.
Then you continue.

In…..Out……
In…..And out again…..

I always loved watching Mama string the beads.
The serenity that reflected in her eyes.
The joy that radiated from her soothing humming.
The passion with which she delicately created beautiful patterns.
These intricate beauties that adorned my waist, ankles, wrists and neck.

I wish my marriage could be the same way.
I wish I could love my husband the same way.
I wish I had children to nurse the same way.

I miss Mama.