My mother’s eyes
Were empty parking spaces.
There seemed to be
A world entirely her own
Painted on the white living room walls.
She was a whisper
That a strong enough wind
Finally blew away.
My mother’s eyes
Were empty parking spaces.
There seemed to be
A world entirely her own
Painted on the white living room walls.
She was a whisper
That a strong enough wind
Finally blew away.