rip
tap
rattle
scrap

rain
was the first lullaby....

thoughts stream down the pane
of my consciousness
as the rain scats down my window

the power of motherhood is a secret kept until
you experience it for yourself...

she told me that but it was meaningless at that juncture of
my awareness
15- everything is meaningless then

i bend down to smell your hair, the newness of your skin and capture this moment
on the digital camera of my cornea

beautiful and somber
like a field in winter

the train gently tosses us back and forth

rock a bye baby in the train car
the bough unfortunatley breaks for all of us
sometime

mine was breaking as we sit
four steel walls
closing in

tracks and wheels
hurling us closer to
truth

I never told her how i remember
her lullabies
her patience
and the backwards dinner days (sundaes came first)

how being a mother now
made me understand
the murkiness of my adolescence
from a different perspective

hers.

condensation caressed my face
just like your hands used to
as i wrote on the window

i understand now.
i love you, mom



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Inspire the desire...
-Box Car Boys