Mother no distance can make

the difference between

the time that you loved me at birth


No time can change the time

that you taught me how to clean


Nothing can change the past.

Nothing can change the time that you

had talked with me all night

and the time we celebrated a day

that never existed, the thirty-first of november


Nothing can change the past

or the future

for mothers are always mothers

and


There is rain out the window that constantly taps

on a tin can

like the memories that tap on my shoulder

whenever it rains


the time you held my head

one drop


the time you listened to my day

another drip


the time you weren’t there

was perhaps the hardest time

that I grew into a man

every seed you planted

sprouted

except the one of gratitude

and you were left without a trial of water

underneath a glass bowl and

I

I am done writing this poem