Mar 2018
Resting on my mother's lap
I trace
The batik flowers
Swirling in a psychedelic haze.
Of rich greens and mellow reds.
Her voice humming the afternoon away,
The only place i feel safe.
I trace
The batik flowers
Swirling in a psychedelic haze.
Of rich greens and mellow reds.
Her voice humming the afternoon away,
The only place i feel safe.
Best place to sleep.
