That's where it began,
Clockwork, catching my tears,
Of these things, I could write everyday;
and, still the business of life,
would call us forward,
TOD (Three Years Later):
A father, struggles with his memories;
moaning, in his bed; mourning,
his life, his love.
A son, gathers his remorse,
with each cry through the walls.
A Mother, stands silently;
cast pewter, shined.
There is everything which breaks the silence
of our lives:
in the hallway.
~sinfullyAnon. [September 16, 2008..rest now.]