Little wishes in my still heart

Poem often dreamed of her mother, when she dreamed at all. Tonight was different though, she inhaled deeply as that unmistakable scent filled her senses. She was suddenly warm and that feeling of peace her pup hood had filled her young heart. The yearling blinked back her bright blue and lavender eyes so she could see her beloved mother’s young features. The woman was younger than Poem had ever seen her in life, though she still seemed troubled there was no more stress for Shaye to endure.

They were in Shaye’s old den, the smells of her childhood filled the air as she snuggled contentedly against her mother’s dark fur. Though she was reaching adulthood in reality she felt reverted to a more innocent self. She didn’t feel the pain of the separation now, only joy at being reunited. ”Mom” Poem whispered with obvious relief, her features molded into a jovial smile as she embraced her lost parent.