Dear Reese,
I am faraway, the snapped back to you. I change my phone to grayscale, a tip they tell me will help me look at it less, and I take your picture in black and white then look at it tonight in shining color. I feel myself go quiet When I'm turning a problem over in my mind Sometimes you demand I pay attention Sometimes you're just looking at me, waiting for my return Sometimes you go to your own world And then we're back in the moment, sitting at the kitchen table You throw your banana slices on the floor and laugh While I try to tell you with a straight face not to do that You cry for me to come back to your room after light's out I pick you up again, singing 'Suitors' softly in the dark and Mourning the days I could comfortably rock you to sleep in my arms All those hours I wished would pass so I could crawl into my own bed —Your mama is a fool
Love,
Mama