Mom

Your locs are a crown I hope you know that Don’t ever slick them back Into the suffocating ponytail that you once wore Your voice, soothing like seashells Blue like the waves That we watch together You lay down your barriers And I draw near You listen to my complaints I fear nothing but the times we can’t see each other Fill up the silence with your words Your advice glows sky blue After lifting my weight off my chest, You guide me to the light You guide me to where my thoughts can’t hurt me