If ever a quip A witty comeback Martini smiles Wry as vermouth Sultry whispers splash As snare brush jazz Taken aback Night women swoon For lost lover Lyrics lie to cover Her maiden in youth
When silence echoes Through hallways Living rooms Down yesteryears' phone lines
Seems to me all hush, Blush and gossip girls Collude like fuel For a raging fire Lit by the father Surely, to snuff my life Out.
Blue bowls of bamboo Nourished my babies for decades Like chips and seagulls Snatched up and filled Hot, cold, spicy, sour Sweet cereals swimming in milk. Tower over me now Year by year From ruddy babes on breast To ravenous bears with bowls To one day flee To leave this nest Nourished and whole
Count the stars of heaven 