Mama

Mama what ya lookin’ at?
  Why you look like that?
Mama,
  Are you sad?
   Are you happy?
    Can I go outside?
Mama,
  What’s in the mirror?
Why are you crying?
 You can’t be happy,
  Cuz you wouldn’t cry…would you?

Mama, where’s my toy?
MAMA!!
  What’s in that mirror?!
Me????
You funny!!!

(Reflective internal thoughts to you my dear darling)
It is in my own reflection…
I ask for you..
What road will be traveled? What pains will be endured?
Where will your happiness emanates?
A piece of my soul….
Reflects with joy and equal parts..
Fear….

Mama—
Can I get a snack…let me see what’s in that mirror…
It’s me!!!
Sigh……………
Through my fears, tears, joys, and the masses between
This world..this earthly place…
The spirits of immense
Negativity, harshness…with
Levels of confused violations…
Blocking the visions
Of looks that..
Read of something more…
Deeply rooted are these emotional intuitions…
Strengthened and calmed only by
Deep breaths…
Sigh………..
To you my darling….
Even in the severity of my fears and thoughts..
It is your sweetness that embraces my soul…
Relegates me to a place of..
Stillness..
The abyss of partly cloudy days with expression of blue skies
And tender breezes…
It is in this place I remember the simplicity
That time attempts to corrode..
The innocence that is…
It is in this place that I remember
To breathe…
Inhale…exhale…to be…
MAMA.