Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Nobody's Child

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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2 comments:

  1. Terry GibsonMarch 15, 2015 at 4:02 PM

    This is beautiful Uvi! I grew up this way and every word resonates loudly with me. Thanks.

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    1. Uvi PoznanskyMarch 15, 2015 at 4:27 PM

      Oh thank you Terry! These feelings about home touch all of us...

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