Actions Speak Louder Than Words
She told us she loved us
When she made us.
In crowns of silver
Tears that sparkled,
Even in the dim light
Coming from the 10 watt
Bulb of her bedside lamp.
Every night, she made more,
And over and over,
She told them she loved them,
Told us she needed us.
She crooned and wept
As the silver-red of the knife point
Glittered the colours of the crowns
On our heads.
We thought we would own her.
We thought she would always
But she loves us no more.
She resists her instincts,
Though she knows (thinks) she is and was wrong
She knows (thinks) she could have done
And can do more.
But the seed of uncertainty that lurks
In her heart is more than enough.
She knows what she does - and has done before -
Is both right and wrong for her.
But what she has done, she cannot erase.
Though the scars may fade, both over time
And under the cream she now bestows upon them.
But she will never forget.
She cannot forget.