One and the Same

A tiny face pressed against a cold, cold window glass

Answers to her thoughts linger just outside

She wonders if time will stand still for her

For her to grow up

Grow up to be a mother

Not like her mother

But a real mother.

A tiny face with dripping tears, stained by circumstance

Her mind wants to cry, but her heart wants to dance

She wonders if time will stand still for her

For her to grow up

Grow up to overcome

Not like her mother did

But to really overcome

Leaves, stiff and colored brown leaves fall from tired trees

So tiny, but she knows she can relate to their doom

She wonders if time will stand still for her

For her to escape

Escape from all the wrenching pain

Not like her mother did

But really escape

A loud ringing in her ears, she hears his footsteps

Coming closer, she slowly turns ‘way from the scenery

She doesn’t have to wonder what will be going down

Her mind leaves the moment

Maybe like her mother’s did

Surely like her mother’s did

One and the same