Her suckle sweet like nectar,

adorned me with love

and brushed the chips that fell on my shoulder

with facts and reason.

And as the crinkles

nibble the ends of her old eyes,

she smiles from afar, 

watching her own-

clean cut, 

shaping out into pure gold.

⚛︎⚛︎⚛︎  

yours truly, mum.