Mother

You liked the color of olives
And always wanted to change your last name
As it would alter your destiny
And redeem you from the pain of eternity
Your touch was rough
Your voice - it buzzes in my head
But I'm not able to memorize
the tone
You carried the smell of a second hand shop
The coats you wore were heavy and
I love them that way too
As a metaphor of
The mass of troubles on our shoulders
I was seeing you in my dreams for months after
Now
I don't even remember your face,
(The face i was looking up to my whole childhood)