an ode to Toni Marie
A heart that drips of sweat and
tears from a mother
already lost, now finally
You handed me the pieces.
Shattered shards of glass that stretched
across a globe of intuitive language.
Reflections behind closed eyes and smiles,
the beauty mark on your chin. Gazing
into photos like a mirror.
We find the strength to hold each other
from a distance.
A familiar and foreign self
fumbling over the life we were gifted
but never received well.
the black-eyed susans sing lullabies
every time of year.
Speak back and
I will hear you.