To my mum

how it itches the heart
is a hymn my lips sing
Oh dear wonder of humans.
whenever I say I love you,
it is an energy my bad moments absorb
so I have a path with no hitches

you swing the longest roads
that make a path to the best poems.
a desired path
full of indescribable dictions.

there is no water that beds as you
no sky fills like your warmth.
sincerely I am a flickering light
but you’re still sun and moon
Oh dear woman, you are a loud thunder

Ruddapoet