Take a drive

The love in effort,
in trying to be
who my mom always knew
The day after she woke
from intubation
she said to me
“we have a strenuous relationship
but we sure do love each other”
She opened her eyes with the tube
down her throat
and said to me, the first time I can recall-
“my pretty girl”
I will always put in the effort
even after her death, simply
go to her grave
as if someone left treasure for me to find
I will plant lavender
and listen to the wind through the trees,
just to tell her “Happy Halloween”