limbs heavier with i’ve missed you
but she still smelt same of mum
of sunday spaghetti
and soft yellow curves hello
meo ơi mẹ bảo
meo đâu rồi?
hear
me out when i say i am mad
when i am up to my ears in take me home
sides ways
walking wondering why we were walking
talking nonsense to impress
how i am sorry when i am too loud
and that you can’t listen
though you try
but you do see
when i quiet away
you always see
even when you don’t
and when i don’t somehow
you are still there
now that i’m here
i juggle peace
with the way i miss squeezing words between your sentences
the tv screen spoke
you still wanted me there
perhaps you were the first juggler
i miss napping
and the way you let me dream past dinner time
and breakfast
and lunch
simply because i looked too happy to wake
perhaps you even sensed i wasn’t happy
the way you knew i craved potato soup
you are mum afterall