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.