Mama
This
morning I closed my eyes
breathed in
deeply
and
searched.
I searched
for that piece of me
of who I
really am,
how I began
to breathe,
to love,
to be.
I
remembered joy,
smiling from ear to ear,
and you.
I
remembered you, Mama,
sharing with me the wonder
of snow made into ice cream
a thin book of mud pies
and coloring a tree
with me, side by side -
my mama and
me
just being
together.
And I
remember a Saturday night
in the
house on Kenyon
just you
and me
some late night movie
playing in black and white
and me brushing your hair.
I marveled
at my pretty mama
and you
laughed
because you
had no make-up.
I didn’t
understand
how you
could not know
you’re
beautiful.
You are
still
beautiful
and such a
part of me,
how I began,
and who I
will always be.
