Their Pair of Bluest Eyes

Mouthfuls of words
like little fish bubbles
collecting,
dispersing...
My Mother

How are you
(the same)

How is work
(the same)

How is it out there in California
(the same)

Maybe we'll get together this year
(yes. maybe.)

(what do you look like, Mother?)
(I sometimes forget,)
(until I see my reflection)
(yes, there is a hint of you...)
(Sometimes.)

(I wanted a Mother)
(who would hold me close)
(laugh and sing with me)
(believe...)
(in me.)
(I held the greatest patience)
(All of those years, waiting)
(For you to change.)
(You did.)

(you left.)

(I love you with all of my heart)
(even though we never laugh)
(or sing together)
(I know I'm not the daughter)
(that you wanted)

(I was the child)
(who never wanted you to hug me)
(who never wanted to sit in your lap)

(Patience, is sometimes, ignorance)

(We've lost time)

How are you
How is work
How is it out there in California
Maybe we'll get together this year

Yes.

Maybe.