My mother
who made me
who drew elements from the stars to do so
she holds me
accountable for my actions
She is a tough teacher and
her lesson is urgent
She holds me
down when I try to turn away
She sleeps with locked doors, provides
no gateway to the stars
She holds me
responsible for her grief
I owe her the stars, and
her gifts should not go to waste
She holds me
cradles and supports me
and I owe her because she made me.
