A while ago I found a photo Of you. Before I knew you. Blazing brown and beautiful in the Australian sun I traced my finger across The line of your hip Sunglasses perched untidily upon your bleached blonde hair Hands that had not yet held me clutching a windswept map And a lit cigarette your eyes Squinting at the sun, glimmering with hope
Is it you? The same woman Who gave me light Who I tore apart with my anger but also my love? I hope you remember, when you look in our eyes You may not always have been my mother But I was always your child