03/12/2023 London, United Kingdom.
Mama,
I am writing you from Westminster Abbey. I remember
you in places like this. All holy, all full of loss. These
stained glass windows remind me of that small Pentecostal                  
church you raised me in. I know I’ve made you proud.                   Kindly Deliver To:
Today, I stood at the High Altar. The silence, smothered              Tal Martin Cemetery    
with incense and memory, reminded me of how your hands                                               
held a tambourine, how your voice trembled through tongues.                                         
This place echoes between the veils of life and death. You                                                
would have loved the high ceilings and marble statues, but                                              
I know those streets of gold you walk are more beautiful.
I still wish you were here.
With much love,                                                             
Your daughter                   
                                    P.S. Happy Birthday.