Mother

If no one understands me, my mother will.

I once stole a candy, and heard her shrill.

There have been days I’ve been worried

Days I’ve been scared

Days I thought she truly wouldn't be here.

My mother understands the way I hold myself.

The way I’m quiet, and barely ask for help.

My mother understands my laughter.

She was there those times when my lungs couldn’t fill up with air.

Now my belly quakes, easily.

Nights are more well paced.

The monsters in my dreams have almost all been erased.

From the fruit of her womb

From the beating of her heart

My mother understands I only bloom when we’re not apart.