I imagine the vaccine sliding into my mother’s veins
Golden liquid made of hope
Filling the arms that will hold me again
With luscious, liquescent love.
Disease leaving before it comes,
Greed decreasing, crimes never committed
As worry leaves and alleviates,
Envy and pain dissipating before they hold deep.
Gold is a noble metal
My mother is auriferous
She alone holds the box within her heart
That will make me whole again.