Don’t open your eyes Try not to see Things are no longer Where things ought to be That voice—is it her? Behind a closed door She calls you a stranger Your mother no more Breathe through the moment Turn, turn your eyes The past you imagined Was all lies, lies, lies Things are no longer Where things ought to be Who is this stranger Is it still me?
Detail from the cover of Home
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This is beautiful Uvi! I grew up this way and every word resonates loudly with me. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteOh thank you Terry! These feelings about home touch all of us...
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