The gentle beauty of Thirteenth Lake

The gentle beauty of Thirteenth Lake

versus my suffering ennui

an awkward brawl of a memory

Until it was rewritten

as Mom whispered her wonderful version

drying my hair tenderly

to help me slip into slumber

I whispered to her 

that she had transformed my memory 

It was sunny and graceful now

I was cheerful and grateful now

She cried

as I cried

over the power

that she had

and that I had

to make a change