Into one ear. And out the other. She sits in silence. Knows about three names. That everyone to her shares. Calling out for her mother in the night. Doesn’t know she isn’t coming back. Because she’s gone. Wanting to return to a home she can’t find. For her children are hungry. Calling for her. Despite them being before her very eyes of faulty vision. Will tell you a story. One she thinks you’ve never heard. So she’ll tell and retell. She sees those long gone. Recalling a memory or two. But yesterday never happened. And there’s nothing she expects of tomorrow. 


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