But for, But for.....

Picking up the wood a sliver at a time,
A splinter at a time,
Picking up
Train switches cords and rattles my ears
With a faster rhythm bass,
Booming the boxed up girls perched as if in line,
Four to a car,
The barriers holding us back,
But no trains here,
Just wire and planes and dreams .
But for, But for, the love of a Mom.

It is cool you don't know how good you are,
Keeps you reaching....

Author's Note

Flight
A Poem by Clockwork, gave me a moment to think of my Mom....