Whispering
was her
favorite way
to quiet me
softly instructing me
to embrace her openness
she taught me
to never question
coming home
In her own
unusual way
she sat
on the whole worlds lap
at once
never making us
too conscious
of one another
or ourselves
There are times
when I think of
personal freedoms
you remind me
of me
and I of you
I hope
