Anyways, Regardless, Nonetheless

I spend the morning with my mother

She cuts cardone and kneads qisra 

And I tear up at how much I will miss her 

How connected we are 

All these years in and out of each other 

I am made up completely of her 

I consider this Sunday 

Maybe she will never fully know me 

And maybe my love for her will never be enough 

Something, maybe, is

When my dad tells me I've done 

more than he ever could’ve wanted 

I sit on the couch with her in silence 

Eat cookies and read vampire novels 

She doesn't understand me 

I don’t get her either, God forgive me 

But I love her anyways 

Regardless 

Nonetheless