Recalling

Billi-bun!
Calling Mom!
She was there.
Lovely hair.
Smells so sweet.
Like moss or maybe peat.
Long, long ago,
She became a foe.
How she loved.
How she cared.
How she cleaned
My soul out bare.
How she was
My soft protection.
And no less
Than harsh rejection.
Recall, recall.