David Peltzer
I sit on my hands
At the bottom of the stairs
When will she call?
When can I move?
My mind wanders in the darkness
My soul takes flight
And my mind has wings
I am free
I see the cottage
The Red Woods
The stream
I am home
Being called back to reality
I stand and run
The Mother calls once more
Once again my world has stopped
Her unloving hand
My unloved face
Once more they meet
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