Your love lives in strange places
in art,
in flowers,
in the way you always leave the hallway light on
like a small moon for me to follow.
You stay with me,
mother,
even with your body aching,
even with my persistence,
even with the hallway light on,
like a small moon for me to follow.
You stay with me,
And maybe that is the closest thing
to holiness
I have ever seen.