Motherly

by YorkGewatter
The warm breath of sadness ran across the back of my neck.
“I just want the best for the both of you”
she said through quivering lips and choppy breath.
My hand just keeps trailing back and fourth along her back,
like the grandfather clock of time forcing us to grow older,
and like the tick of the clock I repeat myself.
“I know.”
“I know.”
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