My Mother, My Metamorphosis

I cried as I wished my mother dead.
She hugged me and held my head
To her bosom. I instantly grew my own
And I banked the pond of my tears with stone.
Only innamable invertebrates lived in it.
To look at myself, I decided to sit
On Mother's bed in her dark bedroom
And with pink-like candles, she lit the gloom.
Our shadows danced and left a space
For another shadow to take its place.
When none showed, Mother's shadow sighed.
She blew out the candle and sat as it died.
And I sat trying to get a look at me.
My mother then covered her skin thoroughly
With oil, then she grew scales and crawled to sea.
She gestured and I transformed, as had she.
We stood together, arm in arm, face to face.
Sighing, yet feeling strong, I grew a carapace.
I had grown, but she would always be the bigger One.
We walked southward and towards the sun,
Leaving colonies of worms in our wake
And she told me I looked miserable (For goodness sake!)
And disappeared. So I dug a deep, deep hole.
And built over it a floorless house, murder being my goal.
"Take a look," I said; she laughed and walked all around inside.
"It's excellent. I'd be honored to live in it," she replied.
So I filled the hole and burnt the house to the ground.
Anger gave way to fatigue; I found sleep, dreamless, sound.
One day Mother set me on board a boat and walked away.
I never in my life cried more than on that day.
When I went to get off the boat, I found out
This boat I was on was encased by a green bottle without.
When it stopped, I recognized a woman with my feet
To be my mother. As we talked, our union grew complete.
As we walked through her house, I knew of events
That had taken place there. No longer tense,
I--and she--find the the house a beautiful one which we decide to share.
We shall enter the final stage of our evolution there.
We watch the fishermen return with their catch. (Mother's seen to that.)
I am sitting on her enormous lap. From her hair, she made for me a mat.
A hummingbird nests on my stomach, a sign I can bear fruit.
Around us now are sights and sounds of newly-arrived youth.