Black Curly Full
      Mother's Violin
as I rushed to the door
                       there she was
Can I not see motherhood for myself?  

A smile rushing to my face, and again I was 17 years old, his over mine. My mother asking for my face to smell.
      What did you smell mother?
black straight full as I left again for the war, there she was...Mother I can see the war in these needles that created your doll clothes.

Nothing but Something

Black straight full
       Mother's Violin
as you cry, slamming the door
                           there she was
Can I not see motherhood for myself?

And again I was 13, a smile crying over my face as his lashed at mine. Father have you seen the war in the needles that create their mothers clothes?

Nothing out of Something

Black wavy full
      His Violin
as I rushed toward the the door
                          there he was
Can you not see fatherhood for itself?

a grin washing over your face...now 27 not yours. Not mine? Father can you see the bruises where they left your child to die?

Nothing

Blonde coarse shiny
       My Violin
as I left for the first time
                     there she was

a home this time but not my own..and again I was four, a blank stare leaping over my face, as hers bore through mine

Something

Black coarse full
      My Violin

As I saw the man beside my bed

teeth baring jaws of steel, mine baring it...27 in january and you are a dead soul

Can you see the births you stopped?

    taken from the planet
    given no home

Destroyed
             Your God cries out to no man.  

My heart cries out to a child universes created, taking time to cry.

Everything