the first word
that you ever wrote was
mother.
and it curled against your spine
as if it was your backbone.
this memory
could hold you upright.
you held inspiration for your paintings
under each foot step you could never take,
and each time i witnessed your heartbreak,
my pulse slowed down
a little.
your face was always in a frown,
but the first time i saw you
smile,
i had shivers down my
spine,
as if your mother
had come back to
life,
and suddenly,
you could walk,
and trail a tail of your inspiration
behind your feet.
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