The imprisonment
Her brother said the mother was a nurse in the military strict stories to spend the time cooking in their kitchen stiff arm and eyes skin stretched old tired across the thigh
Shouting orders
Next command
Imagine the soul in that body still same
different over repeated reality if not learnt from
Other lives are other movies
the actor is playing a different role, character,
Unless astar in another movie too
As the under dog
The one who comes up
can be cast anew unto the ocean and bring back her stunning and unsubdued path fused by light luck and lack of such terror looming
Lurking drool over skin of children
The father was the man business sales anything items old
Pops
Off at the smallest gesture back of the hand raised a clean smack across the face
Her brothers got that hiding too but
Back to the food
Served delicious and a lot catered to
Cooking for every one jailed
eat together at the table
A past life of her mother,
Mine in the plate
Evident in the meal of my Cat.