Mother Poem by Analou Gifford

From an adjacent room
I watched you hang your tired clothes,
A monogrammed sweater, your whitewashed jeans...
It isn't easy to migrate accross the world
And times were hard.

You noticed me watching then,
and slowly,
In a visceral imploding glance
You breathed my whole world in with your smile
Contracting the universe into a massless void

And time, naked and defeated,
Hung between our glances
Still as dawn