fathers all dried up in the garden
the grass has sprouted freshly
covering the weeds of memories and time
mothers dancing in the broom closet
with her lover, the vacuum sweeper
as the sun comes out to play and the moon
and mother's daughter go into hiding...
the story of life sways back and forth
with the trees
as the shadows grow quite still
merciless merciless oh the painful
dreams and nightmares that linger
just down the hall, away from the blaring
motor of mother's vacuum
Mother's sucking up the debris of lives gone wrong
while daughter lies in bed dreaming them

12/09/2002

Author's Note: - wed. feb 16th, 2000 5:01am

Posted on 12/09/2002
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