Was held in place
By the frame of a mental corset
Begging to come undone
Working without thinking
For my mind was off twisting
In memories reoccurring
And oh when I finally came home!
Ripping the corset
Like a dog uncovering old bones
The remains of a smile
Broken in a twirling puddle
This is how mama misses
…her baby girl
Eight years ago this week I lost my sunshine. I miss her so much. ❤️