The daughter’s hand reaches
To touch the soft skin of her mother’s
As her heartbeat slows,
The strength seems to falter her
As the hand slowly falls onto her bed
Outside, the leaves twirl in the wind
In circles, round and round
They rise and fall,
And disappear in to the cold night air
Where they went is a mystery
Rain begins to pour
At first gentle,
Then hard
Waking up the children
Sleeping on the streets
They go for undercover
The few dollar notes they earned
Are now thoroughly wet
The tears of a mother
Fall onto the pavement
Together with the rain
As the headlights of a car
Brings comfort in this
Cold harsh world
