Motherness

motherness. warm, soft, mushy hugs. fine hair, gentle hands. pouring out love, like rich, heavy cream, onto a plate. then it drips off the edges and onto the shiny red maplewood table. I catch it with my hands, trying to get every drop. I don't want to waste any of it. I might even put my tongue right on the shiny surface and lick it up, like a cat.