do you remember
when we
sat upon
the warm sea wall
and you took my hand
and whispered
everything would
be okay
tomorrow
and I said
but what about
today
and leaned
into your warmth
with the sun beginning
to give way
to
night
and darkness
can you
come back
to me
so I can hear
your voice
one more time
that everything
will be okay
~
missing the mom gene
