She was a young woman,
from a world of
chaos.

But she tried to hide
that chaos behind her
smile.

At first she could hear
my crying in the
crib.

But by the time I
talked her world was
silent.

She would watch my lips
while I said my
prayers.

Records played in her head
and we would often
dance.

She taught me old lyrics
which we sang off
key.

Although her world was silent,
she made my world
loud.