can you see her?
we live in the wall
muted
missing her
Lost children
haunted by guilt
born too early
the other side
of the life/death quilt
that's her
there she goes!
Our mother
looks so sad
we cry and shout
with silenced mouths
reaching out
trying to say
"We love you!"
She can't hear us
we are the other side
of that glass
handprints
on the climbing wall
of time...