levitational groundwork,
up, yet down,
green plan’ts everywhere,
people’s bodies moving,
running, chasing, slowing,
and amongst all the birth and death,
in all that space of time,
there is you.
there is soley you,
you,
with your grey and white hair,
and your rich thick hands,
with your aged brain,
your gifts of jewels,
82 years of life seen within your eyes,
and you trust in me as your very own daughter,
that is who you are,
the most loving,
the least judgemental,
my ama.