Mother felt all the cold on her own lost island.
Her silence came alive as the sun rose and fell.
I remember that she took a lot of whippings.
I wish I had kissed her or held her hand, but I was afraid.
Where were you mother, out to sea searching the island?
I know being quiet was for your own safety.
Myself and my brothers gave you nothing,
each rode his own path far away from you in fear.
But now there is nothing, you are gone.
I spend my years holding back the tears,
having never listened to the breadth of your pain.
You reasoned such a bitter island in a raging sea.
For you now, I will take care of myself and spend
my years self determined and with friends.
For you now, I will never raise my voice or
ever be alone.