Pulling myself out

And into another moment

Another place you would be

Songs you would sing

Movies you would like

Art so much fucking art

Created and consumed all without your critic

You did not die

You were done

Done being being a mother

Done being a daughter

Cravings to be something lighter

Less painful

I wished to lay with you

Cold calm wrapped in stillness

But i am not done

You remind me everyday

That i am still your daughter

And you are forever my mother

Always right

Always on my side