My Mother

The conversations we have are fun,funny and sad. I wish they could last forever,but they end like all things. Our relationship was not broken by time,and will never be broken by distance If a million miles separated us,I would never forget you. If a million years pass,we will live in our memories. If you could not speak, it would not matter. I can read you like a book,your words are simple,and sweet. If I could not move,you could read my heart through my eyes. A mothers love is fierce,her anger deadly. She was a life line before I was born,when it was cut,a new one was formed, One that would never be cut,never be broken. It was a thread,you held onto it,careful to not break it, for 14 years it was close to your heart,on your mind all the time When you heard my voice,that thread became a cable,thick and strong built from decades of separation,an anchor for me, Holding me to life, You are the Surgeon who stitched me back together,mending broken pieces,filling in the spaces where life had faded and was lost, The cable is the stitches that hold me together,the glue that holds peace. When I sleep,the stitches come apart,and I awake in agony, When I open my eyes you are there, your smile a band-aid for the bleeding, your presence morphine for the pain I fall back asleep,content that you are close.