Missing Mom's Rebirthday

She would be ninety-two today if I had my way Back to where we were Fast approaching her ninetieth annual Day. But now I feel too anonymously alone. She took my best self memories with her. I wanted to go a bit further to life's bone with her empathic comfort skills expanding our mutual listening ZeroZone. She often cautioned against going too far alone too fast to speak denser wisdom preferred traveling together far past today's too volatile weather. I miss her custodial care And listen for her fast and far accessed awareness together born of ancient DNA solidity returning her most resilient revisiting integrity Within this slow-paced dare, our timelessly untraveled changing day and night right time to renew her listening care more internally unspoken rhymes compared to her more accomplished communal way. She must be ninety-two today when I've had my best way Far back to where we are Fast approaching each ReBirth Day.