'The Mother in Me' (a poem for my mother)

When I lapse, as before, it is the
Mother in me, I find.
Rarely for searching but because you’re
There, in me, holding on.

All this existed before our lives,
Before yours, before mind.
And mistakes again, not for the last time, where the
Mother in me is peace of mind.

Because surging up is
Water
Laughter
Out from deep
A desert
My head
Where you keep me alive, as the
Morning gets late and I
Shake with
Sound
As you turn around, the
Mother in me.