Every sound, every action
Is so much more obnoxious when it comes from your mother
Splattering mouth farts, lively laughter at what is most mundane
And I love her

Speckled with splattered pieces of her heart
Sun dried tomatoes pasted on her flesh
So her heart is always exposed, beating
The older she gets the more she loves
And the more of her soul I see, painted polka dots on her smooth skin

She tells me I am her ladybug
It is a sly way of letting me know she sees my heart, too
Deja Vu
And she wills me to be as spotted as I can
Subconsciously steering me away from face cake and powder
Because nobody loves a ladybug with a clear complexion

The freckles of the night sky
Stare down upon us, beaming as our skates cut the ice
Scraping on the smooth surface so contradictory to our relationship
So symbolic of our hearts, beating for one another
Cutting and ripping the powder from the face of the pond
So that we may see the specks of dirt in the glass beneath us
Dotted i's in the language of the Earth

Snow, the frozen tears of God
Weeping of beauty and grace
My mother and I, walking hand in hand
Sewn together by the strings in our souls
And the buttons on our faces