4

The winter has not been kind

I’ve got frosty lips and tired eyes

Has it really been a year?

And where’ve you been?

She closes the door and thinks I can’t hear

Hushed voices and children’s tiptoes

Have kept this family together so far

But I am so far

She tells the neighbors I’m fine

I’m still on the mend

Brushes it off on to her stories

Well, did you ever think I’m the same?

She spills tea onto her dress

And comes apart

I know she was born into a sort of tragic ending

Though I never once heard her try

As I sit at the kitchen table,

Watching her break porcelain plates

The same fear comes to mind

Well, did you ever think I’m the same?

Mama, did you ever think I’m the same?

Author's Note

please be harsh in criticism, thank you