Memory Gas

I’d look to my mother for comfort
Resting my head on her hip on the sofa
My whole body felt a warm bath
As I grew, the water grew cold
Drained from the tub
I stood
Dripping wet
I took a towel and
Dried myself off
Carried on
Just as she did

Mothers swirl in the bubbles
Comfort or drown us
With their warm wombs
Before pushing us out
Into the light
Into the life

Unleashing our own streams
Her long brown hair was my waterfall
Now my daughter runs her hands through mine
Making a splash in my soul

I count the ripples
As they wave through me
Vibrant rings, head to toe

I will keep counting
Until I am left counting only my wrinkles
And can’t remember her name.

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