Raised to be a Sun, Held by the Moon

I cuddled my mama

Felt like you, Victoria

Under the blanket, feeling our chest

caress her head, for you, Victoria

When we grow up

I want to feel your skin like my mama

Your lips over my cheek

Warm hands over my colds, Victoria

If i am ice, you're the heat

If i am hungry, you're the meat

The song of your heart beat

I want to write a poem for that rhythm, Victoria

Feeling tiny among the wings of my mama

If i am home, you become the light, Victoria

Do you think we can recreate, Victoria?

If i am a sweet daughter, you're my mama, Victoria