Mama’s rocking chair sits in the corner of
My room
Covered in laundry for months now;
Reminds me I miss her.
Mama’s rocking chair sits in the corner of
My room
Covered in laundry for months now;
Reminds me I miss her.
She said that she was hungry,
That she was craving more.
But all she did was remain
Still
In a room
On a chair.
She
Stares at the door.
Still
She remains
Hungry.
Her fear,
It runs deep
And there it does keep her
Still.