I am my lover

I am my mother

I am the seen and unseen

 

I am the morning doves in spring

I am a stained tea kettle whining

I am contented sighs and weary eyes

 

I am “I love you texts” night and day

I am the unspoken words since May

I am the depth between pause and breath

 

I am the head tilt back in the summer rain

I am the head in my palms held in pain

I am soft silence and self-guidance

 

I am my lover

I am my mother

I am the seen and unseen