Are you sad, Mama?

Poem by Ishka
Mother and daughter
former sitting
latter standing

hovering at the former
stroking her sandy hair
sand unlike the ilk in Balesin
nor a certain station one

hovering leads to
whispering
remember what i told you
remember what i told you

Time has come
at its moment
of
ineluctable reversal
(Contributed by ishkamejia on Saturday, April 26th, 2014)
 
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