Perched in grief, she sat at the edge of the bedA continuous sorrow flowed easily from her lungs
That year seemed a decade really...
A decade where tears sang under my door every night calling me to her side
I was struck dumb at my mother's broken heart
I would have done anything to correct this error, this miscalculation of our future
But my thirteen years held no education My education was to follow this decade of a year I became a daughter wise beyond my father's infliction upon my mother's heart Wise beyond the belief that restitution would ever be made