With the beat of a galloping horse you thundered into our lives
100milesper hour, yet
Time
Stood
Still. Somehow... something so visceral, delicate and fierce
enveloped everything around us and we
shut out the world with our hazy glow
An extra chamber of my heart was carved out
Just for you
Time flew, And ground to a halt
unable to sleep,
even when granted that small mercy in a sea of insomnia
Unable to tear myself away, yet
Simultaneously craving freedom and your love.
The conundrum of being your mum.