Time Flows Down

Spent my life waiting
Waiting for men
Waiting for mom
Waiting to be set free
Then the children came
With their deeply meaningful faces
Birds set free in my heart
When I watched over their sleep
Willing the world to be good
Good
Good for them
Like time marking itself
In the infinite
Flow of sands
Through hour-
Glass bottles

–mom.
Piece 1

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