Grand-Mother

The hearth is mine.
It's swept and clean.
I'm not divine.
I am no queen.
My family is still alive,
but only in my dreams.
The days are long.
The nights insane.
Looking for a sunny sky,
but only finding rain.

The hearth is mine.
It's swept and clean.
My family is still alive,
but only in my dreams.
They used me up.
It was obscene.
And now I seek
the sleep of death
that I might dream
of family again...

? Michaelette ?

1/15/2005
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Take me home . . .