On The Shore
I know she was there
My mother
But I can’t see her face
In any of my memories
I remember her off-key lullaby
Her index finger
Coaxing my eyelids closed
At naptime
I know she was there
I’ll never forget her telling me
We’d move to Massachusetts
Just the two of us
And drive a Mazda Miata
And when she’d go away
She always came back
With stuffed animal souvenirs
I know she was there
She always has been
The string holding the shards of my life
When everything, everyone else fails
Disappoints, wounds, or deserts
The island that is my mind
She’s waiting like she’s always waited
Quietly on the shore
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