One gave me birth,
One gave me worth,
But the third raised me to devour the worlds,
Hidden in words and paintings,
Hidden around the corners of the looking Glass surfaces,
The unseen are kept from the seeing.

To understand the words never said,
To sing to the silent tears that we shed,
To love the ones no one cares for,
To help the ones fly who are bound with expectations,
Helping those who can't understand,
Understand why they take their own hearts to the gulliotin.

I know that our hearts,
Both torn, stained, and missing pieces,
Will forever remember what we have taught each other.
Our Hope to find each other at the end of our journeys,
Shall never be crushed,
For you have been there and back to help me grow,
Because you have grown me where no one else could,
Though I will not know your name till the finish.

I wish to never forget that,
So that I can remember to ask you next time we meet,
Your real name from your letters,
Till then,
It was nice to see you again,
Mama.