Your hand

I can see it now,

So clearly,

Your open hand,

Drawing me nearer,

Beckoning,

Inviting.

Unconditional love.

Remembered.

That bond,

Mother and son.

Drawn together,

With no thought of return.

You and I,

Together.

No worries of past or future.

Only now.

The perfect symbol

Of love and forgiveness.

Understood without words,

Given with no expectation.

A mother and child,

Nothing more beautiful,

Or perfect than this.

Such a gift.

From beyond.

So much gratitude

I can only tell you now..