A Mother's Love is like a Rose
Sustains in soft abundance
her bees and birds, but to their foes
her petals: Razor Diamonds

Last night
I had a dream
that I woke up
from this one

I miss you in a whirlwind
trails of wind whip my skin
left high and dry
volume in my hair
dust in my eyes
sand in the grit
I  miss you in a tailspin
you were just here
tread marks where you been
I miss you in a time capsule
I swallow each mourning

And you loved us into a soapy, bubble
I trusted would never pop