In a sober moment you once said
Something like you loved me so much
Even if you met me
As the strange child of another
You’d have loved me
Without knowing why
The words struck me recently
An old child of many strange addictions
As I lay in the bed of my wayward life
Where the peeling pressed ceiling’s
Filigree told me something
Of the girl you are
The mother you never really were
In a brief moment of my own sobriety
I felt the warm blood of my sorrow
Letting into the ordinary embossing above my head
The curves, flowers and little gables
Said something something like a smile
Said that you were thinking of me
From the pillows of your wayward life
And smiling
As the gentle children
Of our bewildered natures
Greeted each other
For one perfect morning
by Myles Heneke