I Have Them Now

 Life of

attachment
woven into
me like
a handmade
blanket made of
fine silk
and cottons.
Detaching like
a rocket from 
a pod is 
the lesson you
chose to give
me wrapped
up in dusty
trinkets 
and cloth.
Brass and 
silver birds
with no 
memories
of life
flood my
hazel eyes
with salt
and buckle
my knees
like worn
leather. 
Blue motherly 
eyes 
grasping
for past and
present memories. 
Shhh now
mom,
I have them
now.