Beyond

I miss my mother

There is this place
Hiding inbetween the sound of the rain

Where the sun goes down
And flaring orange embers
Sit above watery cushions

Blowing bubbles on the balcony
Running circles around the block

Nothing is lost
Jump down the stairs
Scared of the basement

When I call out for you
Can you hear me ?

There is this place
That I can’t seem to find
Hiding in my memory