happy mothers

[regretedkisses]

there are times, my make-believe mother,
when my whole world spreads into sheets, forms, facts, data and
i do not understand (but

you          
                                                      do)
though  i am sometimes unprepared for the apathy of fact in your translations

Home is a
F
e
e
l
i
n
g
rather then a place and
you
radiate

Home
(to me)