My Mama’s hugs felt warm and soft. She brang light into the house every morning.
Sometimes I woke up before her, and those times, the sky was always a dark blue, as if the sky missed her too.
Mama made the plants grow, and kept everyone in the family together, whether they were far away or right in front of her. Some people would even say she was the center of the solar system, maybe even the universe. Mama powered the lights with her very energy.
Some people only liked Mama depending on the seasons, wishing she’d go away in the summers and beg for her warmth in the winters.
Any day, any time of year, I loved Mama, for being there everyday, drying my clothes when I hung them up, making the plants grow, and keeping everyone in the family warm.
I only wish I could look at her without losing my sense of sight.