Mother, brick by brick I build my house of
Linguistic syllables that allow me the words
To tell you “I love you”.
Within these walls of disorganization I remember
When we were lying in the sun
Not thinking about the time to come
When you would no longer be able to
Feed me up when my tummy rumbled.
The cord extends between us and has the
Strength of an eternal sun beam that warms the
Whole earth. The ray is embedded so deeply in our
Past that it twines our souls together into one
As they once existed when I was in your womb.