She pointed directly on the map

To where we were 

Always an uptight woman 

I remember her telling us about how she vacuumed the hair out of her bathtub and made it sound 

To us, age seven 

Like the normal womanly ritual

If you were to be a good wife and all 

Little does she know now I don't even clean my house 

I pay someone else 

Things were said about how well dressed she was--sturdy and careful and always

Always always modest 

The bees were trapped in her dark forest of hair

And she pointed directly at the map

To where we were 

And said 

We were the Mother of all of them 

I remember sitting a little taller then 

Importantly stroking my jean skirt or fingering the red silk sash that held all of my accomplishments 

I remember how important we were 

__the cult that raised me