Every time I hear your voice my world stands still
A storm sweeps through my bones
An inauspicious, not boding well chill
Oh mother, why?

You seem to be as frightened as me
Trapped by the same pedestrian strains
Where is our god and what have we gained from this?
Can someone please tell me…?

Oh mother, why? (Winter Song, February 1, 2007)

I love you because you are sewn from a fabric
I’ve never known before
Warm and wonderful, unassailable and loveable
Threads that hold me closer and
Carry me home.
I don’t need to be surprised by crepe susezette
Or pecan pies
If I can look into your eyes tonight. (Crepe Suzette, February 1, 2007, for E.M.)