A moment

A quick poem about Mother and Daughter.

As she clutches my arm,
her breathing husky and thick,
I lean my head on hers.

She strokes my soft, comforting sleeve,
nestling her warm, slightly sticky nose into my side.
I pause and gaze at this wonder of mine.

I grab a white, fragile, pristine tissue
navigating it towards this quiet, gentle soul.
Picking my moment to disrupt her peace.

As quick as a flash,
the moment has passed.
She wriggles free of this joyous time and runs over to her toys.