Friday, October 10, 2008
Mother Revisited
To think its all we have
makes me drop to my knees
Solitary moments of grace
the colors change, but why cant we?
Shattered remnants of joys once shared
I still remember dancing fireside
voices lifted, now falling,
like the leaves.
I've shed my skin
insides bare,
and where are you?
I've come to witness the sun,
but find you blind and alone.
And how I wish you could see
what I wouldnt do to help you see...
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