It’s more than a project 

My mother’s smile, numb to keep from splinter

Years of regret, I guess not what’s best 

Still I know not who did what 

A childish attachment 

Ease wills her mind 

For how long will I project? 


To steal is akin to death

From you to my son 

My daughter from her own 

My nephew from his niece 

Their unborn without soul 

The bird chirps 

Now I hear its wounds 

Understand its voice 

Dance to its trust 

Mother loves you 

Father loves you 

Son looks up 

The sunset in our daughter’s I 

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