they’re all moved in
park hill home to make their own
while we still search
for the right place
to slip our toes into

i see them now
through my little-girl eyes
and those of my full-grown self
through hate and love
and all the broken hearts
between now and then

she will only see
the broken hearts

and that is why i stay
that is why she goes
that is why i hear the hollow voice
of my mother when she says over speaker,
i am finally home
that is why i hear it