Look

My hands
They should do something
But I don't know what

Nobody needs me
Boring days, empty hands
Leaves in the wind

And sand
I'm watching the sand
Look

A photo
Lace curtains on the windows
And a shadow behind it

..Mama, you know
..It's you
..Look

..Our house, the garden
..The arbour where daddy had coffee
..and was writing

..Here you are reading
..On the swing, just like now
..in the rocking chair

..But you don't read anymore
..You watch
..TV, that's all