And just like that she's my mama again.
Calm as cool cat inching through an alley.
Asking about me with her motherly concerns.
Reminding me her love is constant even if her mood may not be.
She ensures that she never really has to worry about me because I'm just like her in a way. Strong and self sufficient.
She had to love us all differently and for some of us her love couldn't be enough.
She revives me as she gushes about how maybe I was the only one.
This woman is not cold, she is as vibrant as a July night with a clear sky.
Her words glide rather than fly like a dart aiming to ****.
Her eyes do not squint with mutiny but widen with interest
Do you miss your dorm?
She must've been reading my mind
She knows it gets hard around here
Her eyes tell me that she needs me around just to bring her back to being my mama
Not Mani's or Cartel's because it makes her cold
She needs to be warm once in a while
For me
Pass me the jelly
Can you take me to work on Tuesday?
Refill the tissue
Did you feed the dogs?
She depends on me
Thanks for cleaning the kitchen
Thanks for doing the laundry
I always try to ease her workload
Thanks for putting my clothes in my room
Thanks for making the lasagna
…Sourdough melt basket with mayo and ketchup. Please don't forget the mayo and ketchup.  Oh and chicken tenders with barbecue sauce
Lex

Yes Mama. I won't forget, I never do.