….bellies and hearts

One minute I am numb … and the next minute .. I am In tears .. I miss my mom , I don’t think I could live without her .. I forgive all the bruises she’s ever done on my heart … because she is my mother .. sacred and home , belly and I am tenant … I never wipe my feet and I climb into her heart and I stay even though it walls beat against me .. for if love is not pain … if family is not a tree .. I am always it’s roots … even when I refuse to water … it ..