To My Mother

I look at your face,
Your features aged and lined,
And your eyes say much more
Than your lips do.
I don't need to hear you speak
To know that you love me,
To know that we're one.
I simply look at my hands,
Younger versions of yours,
Clasped in your warm fingers,
Our spirits meld with the touch
And I wonder what it was like
When I was in your womb
And we shared a heart.