My Mother, My Sister, My 경숙: POEM TWO

The Cycle

They carried an inner silence.
Behind the light, they shared a hidden tear.
One awaking cry shattered their walls.

Oh! The children and the pain they fear--
The thrust of the hand
Is the marking now engraved.

From the apartment next door, a knock
And the pleading cry of our brothers.

Mother.

But she does not hear.

Mother is calling!

But she does not see what she is looking for.

But she does see someone--
Whom?

It is her own reflection.
Mother.