Mama,
It’s so easy to remember what I felt at the age of 13 –
Because in so many ways, I still am.
Often in my own time, when the world is asleep,
Or, when I find myself the odd one out –
Out of place at a party, an event, a gathering where I’m needed,
I drift into another time, a memory that replays itself over again,
A year before my first puppy love.
It’s a vivid imagery.
To be 13, a daydreamer.
It was a time when I needed you the most.