Mommy's in a Timeout

Where are you?
is not a question
I need to ask.
I know.
You are right there,
dancing like you did that time
to make me laugh so hard
I ached to breathe.
Sitting beside me as I pasted together
my life from scraps and bits,
until it resembled something I needed.
When I finished,
you swept the leftovers into one hand
and tossed them out.
There you are.
Nestled under my left breast,
beating in my heart.
Always.
You are always there.