When a mother is suddenly home alone

on a summer night,

when the silence she has longed for

is just right,

when the breeze is on,

when the dusk is long

and everyone at home

is gone, she moves around

to the soft sound

of being alone,

of being her own

beckoning call

in the missing them all.


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