Memory from 93'

She is breathing low, somehow still sleeping.
Her hand resting below her navel.

The plump veins on her hand are begging to be lightly traced.
I tap along,
along these lines until boredom has taken me.

Then,
I see it.

Above her cupids bow there is a place.
Lightly misted with sweat from dreaming.
An indent, the precise size of my thumb.

Carefully, I place this matching puzzle piece.
Holding my breath.
Her eyes flash open, darting with confusion.

"What are you doing?"
I don't know...as I stare blankly back with my thumb above my mother's mouth.
"It fits!" I say, as she rolls back into a heavy morning nap.