Uncle Ray...
Thunder is my shadow
His darkness is my cloak...
beneath a black-netted curtain;
her face simmers in a sombre shade of pale...
Stroking her fur
evokes now that purr...
Only my children
Bring such love on fathers day...
I know I am not his daughter,
I know I am not his wife...
Twists and turns, are a parcel of life...
Don't you try to understand me
For you cannot and never will...
When you were laying on the ground
taking your last breath...
I was that flower
which blooms in winter...
You know,
you’re always the one to listen...
She is a child in a woman's body
resenting her mommy...