For My Mom's Past

Just like when you were my goddess and I was your little daughter; when your hands were the gentlest touch I knew, and the harshest Shine the spotlight of your attention through the clutter of your emotions on a day that sits quietly backing into a fog of time Because all the while you tried so hard I only knew to play along; unable to give you relief or respite I don't blame you at all, not at all; Perhaps then you may find me, among the cosmetics, cleaning supplies, or among the shadows of that past, coming forward with a smile.