Who am I when I'm
All alone
When my sister is away
My children gone
My husband about his chores
And the holiday bustle
Vanishes into silence
Like a passenger train
Pulling out of the station
Loud with fanfare
"All aboard!"
Then rushing away into
The countryside
Since Mom died I am
No longer a daughter
This stillness so rare
I will wonder here
A bit longer
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Who am I now?
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