Her curly locks were whispering with wind about me. She could not have noticed me, until I tripped at the stairs. I was scrambling over the stairs. She stopped peeling peas, & rushed to me. Her flip-flops made possible for me to know she was coming. She bent on one knee & offered her hands to me. Falling for warm rain fragrance, I twirled a strand of her wet hairs. She caressed my head.
“Careful with Steps, Son.” Mom said. She knew my first steps. And, they say it right, ‘Mothers have eyes all around.’
Pen and Paper| Gulfam 