Freedom in Fences

JEDI MOM my mom could beat your mom in a race to the moon she could stride without pride as she got there by noon my mom is a mansion a house with four rooms one for hugs one for waiting one for dreams one for wounds she's a master of band-aids a Jedi with tears every night she would fight just to conquer my fears my mom could beat your mom in a dance on TV she’s got moves that she’d use to win just for me she’s a lesson in love and how not to spit she tries to play ball though she can’t really hit my mom’s my best friend even though she's a she she is strong in ways  that i hope to be  my mom could beat your mom in an art competition even though she would say that’s not really the mission my mom knows God they chat every day he seems really cool in what he would say my mom thinks i am as strong as an ox she does not see  this fear in me that keeps me in this box though my mom could

love is not love which alters  when it alteration finds but it still must trickle through this finite mind it won’t stop the bleeding from this mortal wound it can’t help my breathing that will stop here soon it’s not a pretty picture or just a moment on earth its the warm embrace  that now takes a place as my soul meets its worth ~Matt Francis Written August 18, 2018 for Shanann Watts here’s to your beautiful light & legacy