I never wondered what

my birth mother smelled like

never pondered the

sound of her voice

or scratch in her laugh

Or if I did, I don’t remember

There are lots of things

I don’t remember

Memories my mind

keeps me safe from

They leak into my dreams

at times

Leaving me haunted

for days

I bet she smelled like home

cooking

and sweet peaches

and sunlight

I bet her laugh is

loud, when she really

lets it out.