Thank you, Mother:

For teaching me the definition of space.

You were never in the same place,

always walking at a speed my legs could never chase.

I always wondered if you were on the run,

or maybe it's because you were done.

Thank you, Mother: 

For teaching me how to cross the road, 

but it shouldn’t have been the cars I avoided. 

Maybe it’s the imaginary connection we should have voided,

because it was all just exploited.

Thank you, Mother:

For teaching me how to draw, 

because I drew the feelings,

you never saw.

Following you around was my unwritten-law,

and I never thought you could have a flaw.

Thank you, Mother:

I'm not running away,

trying not to think astray.

But even though it's Friday,

you're still in my heart every other day.