A rubaiyat for my mother

Everyday
I inch away
From her
As quietly as I may

Not long ago
Lying low
The woman inside
Not yet a woe

The world
Still not unfurled
For one mother
And one little girl

Unspoken laws
Time and its claws
find their way in
Just because

Not knowing whether
Strangers for one another
Not knowing how to
Not know each other

A fear I cannot begin to know
to free my hand to let me go
And I thank you
For letting me borrow
Myself from you

Status-Thankfully,one does not have to relate to people in order to love them.