A trail of blackberries up to the cliff
Nature helping me find her
The clouds move as if alive by her song
They dance and play like she and I used to,
Her voice in my head as I start to run
Chasing our memories and love
Normally clumsy, I make my way
No trip or fall to separate me from my mentor
The women I've loved all my life
I chase the wind as it carries my mother from me.
Nature helping me find her
The clouds move as if alive by her song
They dance and play like she and I used to,
Her voice in my head as I start to run
Chasing our memories and love
Normally clumsy, I make my way
No trip or fall to separate me from my mentor
The women I've loved all my life
I chase the wind as it carries my mother from me.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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