My Mother is Alive.
I think my mother is alive in my lungs
as I breathe a fresh, deep breath of relief.
I think she lives in my sunburned skin;
she vacations in my wrists, my fingertips
& flows through the ink of my pen
I think my mother sits in my brain at...
as I breathe a fresh, deep breath of relief.
I think she lives in my sunburned skin;
she vacations in my wrists, my fingertips
& flows through the ink of my pen
I think my mother sits in my brain at...