Remember your mother’s hair
For it is not yours
And you are not mine
But the love binds us
It curls and coils with us
Love like hair
Hair like love
Remember your mother’s hair
Remember your mother’s hair
For it crowns and covers you
Like blood and joy cut open
A walking gift of womb and waiting
Womb and wound
Burnt and broken
Separate and spiritual
So don’t forget
Remember your mother’s hair
Remember your mother’s hair
For it is proof of the prophecy that you are
And you are
My root and my arrow
You grew from my dreams
My dome
A brainchild’s brainchild
You are my covenant
My ministry
Remember me
Remember your mother’s hair