I love how the light sheds through my sheer pink drapes.

I find it breathtaking when the dust particles gleam.

But when the sun sets my lower lip tends to shake,

And I find myself running to my moms bed to dream

Years came and I don’t want pink drapes now because I’m grown.

I prefer dark drapes to block out the world.

Like how I lock my door and tell my mom I want to be alone.

I wish she’d get the hint that I’m not her little girl.

Time went too fast and these new drapes give me chills.

Their blinding white tries to disguise the darkness they hold.

They block me from the endless tray of pills,

And my beautiful mother who grew cold.

Last week I bought new drapes for my dorm.

They’re lavender with white bows to keep them open.

I love how they let her light in to envelop my form

Making everything in the room like her soul, golden.