coming home

the girl, visiting
for the holiday,
beyond already
in being a girl.
falls asleep
in her mother's bed.
curled beneath
the blankets, the lights
on, the tv
humming, a book
once read to her
as a child,
closed in her
open hand.
the world is right.
the world is good,
her mother sighs,
as she stands
at the door
and cries.