Day SeventyNine

Mammi in Beirut

And I wait for her with a sign at arrivals.

I watch people arriving 
and an old man catches my attention with the way
he drops his bag on the floor to pick up
his grandson.

He holds him in his arms
and the little boy surrenders to the hug
and starts flipping his legs 
in the way a dog would its tail.

And I can't rember the time
I melted in such a hug;
from family members.

Then I remember
my mum is about to arrive
and it's my chance to be a child again;
after being an adult for so long.

Spot the mum