In light of mothers day

I pull my hair back
no make up
no longer chubby cheeks
no longer have a round face
I've lost the baby fat in my cheeks
but my hair is the same color hers was.
I see her in me so much at this moment.
And reminisce about when I saw this face,
this hair,
and these features,
and not only in the mirror.
It's a proud moment when you see in yourself someone you always wanted to be when you grew up, now that you've grown up.

Silent streets

I walk the silent streets in the morning
my boot heel's clicking on the cobblestone
is the only sound.
The air is still
like the first of January.
Like the party fell asleep only a few hours ago.
Mallorca sleeps in the morning
there is no one around but the workers who get up at dawn are already in the bars for a snack.
The sun is still not up.
Neither am I, but I walk.
I think of how such a loud, boisterous place at night can be so eery and still in the morning.
It smells like wet wood, moisture, and orange blossoms.
Walks alone in the silence, like this one, are so loudly quiet.