my mother

i wake up
knowing she was there
in my dream,
i know it
in the way
the air feels still
and thick around me

i see her
in the way
my hands
grow older,
she's in my sister's face
without make-up

the cosmos
along the road
sing her song,
their faces
reflecting happiness
the way she always woke me

i want to curl up
inside her
be born again,
this time