#mompoem
My freshman year is a reclamation. a reclamation of how I can't play both patient and doctor. My freshman year was supposed to be the second chance that I thought my dad wanted, my freshman year was where the excuses were not accepted anymore by professors nor by me. All of freshman year I lived with my dad. I tell people, its to save money, it's convenient, it's bonding, while in all honesty living with my dad has been the time I feel the farthest from him, maybe cause we started with a crash start, maybe I just happened just like childhood just like my life. my freshman year was a reclamation, a reclamation that if I'm 5 or 50 miles away from home, my mom has me like gravity. when I come back home it may take some time for her gravitational pull to set in but doesn't take a semester, a school year, a high school, a life, for her to be there, to stay there and to be my foundation, my reclamation.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 3:01 PM UTC
She clung to me like willow shade,
With one step I'm in the sun;
If my day got hot and hazy,
I knew where to run.
She dropped a force field round me,
From ground up to my crown;
I burrowed once beneath her,
But I was digging down.
*I want to cross the street.
I want to ride a bike.
I want to stay til morning,
To keep with her all night*.
I listen for the breathing;
A sign from her eyes;
I want her lips to move and lie,
Only babies cry.
She lay with no reply.
My willow waned and died;
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC