A Poem for Mothering Sunday

Still in draft form as it was only written a short while ago. However you are able to celebrate Mother's Day I hope there are good things in it.

Mother’s Day

There could be no touching,

no hugs, no kisses.

I’d brought cake and flowers,

handed them through the window.

We laughed about it,

talked about after.

We agreed to Skype later,

blew kisses from a distance.

I left her in dad’s hands,

the safest hands she could have.