Kayla

What if the stars are great, my daughter slowly fades, she won't see them anyway, listens to the clock, yellow wing's not much to say, her phone's still blocked, doesn't matter what she takes, the walls eau de grey, in her cell she hesitates, her kids are still shocked, confined within their days, lonely as the lavender crop, they see each creep of grace, watch time roll away, I’ve seen their faces, laugh as my my dogs frolic frown since she’s put away, their heart are locked, our visits never late.