dirt on my shoes

That was all i needed this time to remember. I thought I wore those heels since then?
"How are you doing?" My mom asks me. I remember that I like it when she asks me that.
I was drawn to the phone today out of duty, but that fog cleared quickly. I am the daughter, aren't I?
I pass by the receptive hills of green, freckled in marble and iron, and I recall that this earth is grasping something that belongs to me.
I don't know how willing I am to reclaim what I am debted. To at least work out joint custody.
I knew I was forgetting to process something!

Why do people visit cemeteries?

I think I should find out.
And soon.