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.