Conquering Distance

My heart grieves with you, uninvited.
So, take this poem enveloped in warmth
to be an assurance of affection.

Your motherly concern for humanity
is what the world has not agreed
she lacks, like a beautiful maiden of no values.

I decided to call you the other night
to remind you certain songs won’t just play
if you do not open your body.

Mother, I prize you above gold and silver.
And if I do not write you my tenderness,
I’d burn; this flame knows no stint.

Oh, you say what about distance?
Mother, you taught me not to regard
what stops me from reaching a height.

Damn it. Is there a place songs can’t reach?