I hold for my mother - so
Tiny it barely holds: still
It is there waiting for me
When she speaks about her
Self - her youth - her loves
Her conquests - her dreams
Her turns and her decisions
Each impacted me - I was
And am still the turn of each
Misplaced thought - I want
To speak about how I never
Met the man who gave me life
Knew the man who fed & kept
Never had that feeling of a hug
Who wanted nothing from me
And wanted only the world for me
I want to tell her this but for me
It is late in the game - for her it
Would only be pain. More pain
So I keep my mouth shut and take
A bit of her hurt and smile at her
And place it away : near the dot
The gravitation will pull it all in
And I will unpack it all one day
When she is gone
Nice round tears so I can float