Two Mothers all alone in a Sandbox
We sit -unidentified allies.
Two mothers in a sandbox.
She with a child missing arms
and me with you
different in your own way.
We understand each other she and I
but we speak only of inconsequential things-
trying to mislead God into believing
that we no longer mind.
We are cast away alone.
Away from the chosen.
Silently becoming children ourselves.
Listeners of the wind.
Friends of no one.
Sitting silently in a circle sifting sand.
Survivors in an undeclared war.