Mother

When summer came It felt like we didn't know How to contain to our excitement She lay in a hammock Reading a magazine There was always a sense This couldn't go on for forever I haven't seen her face in while But our fingers tap Apparently that is time Her fingers smell so beautiful First smell of fag-musk She wasn't sick then When I was in her breast It's good and pure And I feel safe I think she did too She closes her eyes I open mine That is time.