My Birthday Night

May 6, 2010
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She lies on the icy floor,
But this time in control of her movements.
I can't see her face, hidden,
Scarred with irrevocable pains.
She screams and streams of tears
Fall hard on the floor,
Just as the snow had that night.
The frost colored phone in her hand,
She cries and cries and cries.

I can do nothing but sit and watch her
Trapped by her own trauma,
She is suddenly pathless and afraid.
Not knowing where to go, what to do,
She simply sits there bawling,
So I sit too, lost too without my guide.

Through the confused eyes of a four year old I stare,
Unknowing of the cause of my mother's suffering.
I watch my little brother kick from inside,
Wondering if he feels the same pain she does.
My poor brother.
I don't even know what happened.
I don't know where to go,
What to do, what to say.





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