You’ve gone ahead and taken over
as you should,
wrapping your arms around my rubbish.
Verdant flourish over my decay.
Filling air with sweetness
for which only you have the prescription.
Teach me one more time to play.
We are a braided ribbon.
One, yet separate,
of hues unique.
Not in isolation, but communion.
I am always there for you,
will you be for me?
Your Loving Mother
Na/GloPoWriMo Day 11. Write a letter to and from.
Dear You. Watercolor, pencil, computer. Lex Leonard