My Mother
10:16 PM
No one has wanderlust like she;
her bright eyes continually dance
with visions of her cloudland,
yet she yearns to explore real places.
Places where she can hold her children’s hands
while drifting along salty waters
that simmer from the rosy heat inside her.
She doesn’t just burn from sun kisses.
She’s aflame with a persistent yearning
for adventure,
for fireworks and fairy tales.
Itineraries are carved into her bones
so she can travel to every destination she dreams of
on time.
And she never gets lost.
Well, except for in the moments.
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