for (my) 엄마

the past cannot be undone...

it is not a string that can be

unknotted ...

nor unwound



and yet (i) have stood before you

unraveling since the moment that

you let me

(halfway) in



and the half of me thats still outside

and the half of me thats been let inside

are divided into broken splinters

my heart a human form of flowering



but i love you

and have done so

since you carried me sight unseen

back when your flesh was my shield

back when we stirred each other into waking

i have loved you always

even in the midst of every righteous tantrum fit of anger/pain for all you did

and did not

do



and our past is the world's largest ball of seemingly unworkable yarn

but the train keeps speeding forward

and the solitary street lamps

are shining down on this

slowly knitted path



so today

just like back in the beginning

and all throughout the middle...

i love you with the heart

that you and he

made for me.



-- kim thompson. mpls, mn the states. sunday 8 may 2011. 13.15