Dedicated to the mothers of daughters, waiting by windows
A circle of heart
Wet tears falling,
Threatening to become an ocean
No one caring,
Linking arms to stay afloat-
All for you.
You who are every daughter lost-
To the needle
We wept for every daughter dream
We dreamed for you
When you were catching butterflies,
Or fly balls
Or air over the hurdles.
You who fill our nights with aching memory of laughter
A sound of innocence taken too soon.
We prayed for you.
We prayed for us.
You are us.
We rattled dungeon doors tonight with mother love,
Sent an ocean to cover a desert
We wait now by the lamp post,