this past week has been spring break.
I spent much of it with my mom.
Something magically happened.
We became what we used to be.
There are hugs and joy.
She painted my nails blue and made delicious food.
But more than any of that we talk we smile and now.
We became what we used to be
My heart is so warm with the joy of what I’ve always wanted
That closeness to come back like a sudden rush of wind.
I can barely contain my joy
I may burst to a confetti of esctasy