How is it?
You pull and take—
yet under your control
we barely find, not make,
tomorrow, so slim,
my heart tries to keep
rhythm within, do you…
know why we cry?
Mama?
Um, yes, forgive me,
I ask, as you dance
across the sky.
Mama
Krater Café
Words and Images by Richard Reeve
Reflecting. The words blossom in the mind. Very moving.
That you experienced these words as so, is more than I could have hoped.
Not only this one, I often sit contemplating and mulling over the words. My brain, like the moon, show where the words have left craters upon their impact.