Sincerely, Jennifer x

I was dressed in a mother’s prayer,

walking golden miles in stolen shoes.

The night had noticed me,

stuck around and watched with wide, wicked eyes,

watching me as I walked,

unbothered, beneath the moon,

like I used to,

before I broke down my walls.

I keep my hopes in the aurora borealis,

because my mum is from Liverpool,

so I consider myself to be the crowned Princess of the North.

My crown collects dust on a bookshelf,

and I wear the lights atop my head.

They broke down my walls too,

calling to me,

like my dreams,

and the long promised future.

All that I did was answer.

Together, they reached for me,

with pleading eyes and a love that fitted the hole in my heart, exactly,

and I was free and at peace again,

dreaming my dreams,

sewing a smile into my hem lines,

and the soles of my stolen shoes,

all because they answered,

and I wandered,

wearing a mother’s prayer,

and my favourite perfume.

Everything is in motion,

and with a boiled sweet between my lips,

so am I.

It is time.

I ask myself if I am ready,

but I know that I will never know the answer,

until it happens,

and even so,

the sun will rise, just when I least expect it, and at her leisure,

and I will be wherever I am,

so I must be in motion,

ready,

holding onto the day for dear life,

and everything that my mother prayed for.