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
me crying in the
crib.
But by the time I talked,
her world was
silent.
She would watch my lips
while I said my
prayers.
But sometimes I would peek
at her with one
eye.
Records played in her head,
which only she could
hear.
But we would often
dance to their
beat.
She taught me old lyrics,
which we sang
off-key.
But those melodies
are still my
favorites.
Her world was silent.
But she made my world loud.
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 9:05 AM UTC
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
me crying in the
crib.
But by the time I talked,
her world was
silent.
She would watch my lips
while I said my
prayers.
But sometimes I would peek
at her with one
eye.
Records played in her head,
which only she could
hear.
But we would often
dance to their
beat.
She taught me old lyrics,
which we sang
off-key.
But those melodies
are still my
favorites.
Her world was silent.
But she made my world loud.
