Amai
You
My mother, filling bathtubs and pulling up socks
Me
Your child, squealing from excitement, wiggling toes
You
My mother? My maid? Not my skin
Me
Your daughter? Your Job? Not your skin
You
My own, packing lunch, saying goodbye
Me
Your own, rushing out, waving hands
You
Hearing my problems, laughing at my immaturity
Me
Knowing yours, giving you distractions with a curve
You
Packing memories, odd socks and strange clothes
Me
Hoarding sentiment, suitcases won’t fit you
You
In tears, your heart 8,899 miles, northwest
Me
In tears, my heart 8,899 miles, southeast
You and I
A love, no explanation needed
You and I
No more questions, except
How much longer?
For my Amai Esnuth, thank you for everything