Mom.

fusses, tenderly
anxious
she questions
presses
pushes…
turns.

myriads of
misunderstandings
drawing, magnet-like
she sighs, hurting
stabbing…
knives, at conscience

scrambling
knowing my mind like
her omelletes
still
I sigh, understanding…
denying.

at night, at dawn
she prays
silent murmurs
drip, drop
like precious pearl but…
warmer

hair, hands
caresses
she frets, gestures complicating
ironically simplifying
loving…
Lonely.