Have you ever ran so fast

to kill the past.

Just to hear your mother breathe again.

Grip you by the hand

No fault is the default

all thoughts evade

as the covers close

So haven't I

No I lied.

By the the bedside has shut me up

riddling my head with vistas of devastation

I’m barley that was fruit

You are human and me too by extension

I am of you

I was a son

Better take root

and make it all worthwhile

This is not for everyone.

It is for you. To keep

My place is decided

I will end without being

Not truly.

But at these moments of hesitation

Imparted knowledge and love can only be shared between mother and daughter.