All She has to say
Is get downstairs...
Speak to me:
Tell me something so typical...
The baby now four, the mother eighteen
Up till now it has seemed all a dream...
On One December Morning
Before she drove herself to school...
I want to win the love
You once gave me so freely...
Please read this all the way through whether your...
I'm not starved for attention...
If you're wondering who you are, I can tell you.
You're nothing. Nothing but a number...
And then she sighs
and says in a shaking voice...
You are a problem child - blame the past.
Blame the porcelain you broke, blame...
If you could see the woods behind me
tall, quiet and yellow...
I remember
we were selfless, innocent...
It was over a decade ago when I left my childhood
beneath quilts devoid of your once familiar...