Woven Memories

looking from my window down the street the children's playing cricket & women's doing shopping the loud screams of vendors the loud noise of vehicles I sit in my room and watch it all happen only to remember... I was like those children's my mother was like those women's time pulled it's dirty tricks leaving me to count days alone and taking my mother with him far beyond the horizon, where my hands feel short leaving me with memories sown in my head like a cloth woven from wool