I watched my mother die for over thirty years.

Watched her life drown by drops

In the bottom of bottle that was never empty.

I lived in fear of her.

And of late night singing with the television on

As I lay tucked in my bed trying to sleep.

So when you ask me if I am sad at my mother’s passing,

I find it awkward

That after so many years of mourning

All I have left is this:

Peace.