I will craft this scar into a fine rose.
Soft pink and berry, Mum,
like the sweet child I was to you.
Take this rose
carefully,
softly,
sweetly, remembering home.
I have been afraid
because of you,
and yet
because of you
love has broken me open;
I shine our memory into the world
like a moonlit day.
Take this rose
carefully,
softly,
sweetly,
for I am still afraid
I will craft this fine rose into a scar.
