in hindsight.

you give the same whisper

(soft sounds)

as your mother, and her mother,

and her mother before her.

your father

was a leaning tower,

raging at the kitchen ceiling.

you were only a whisper

(soft sounds),

and your mother, and her mother,

and her mother before her

slept under chalk-dust roofs.

how cold

you must feel

when the night sings back

your soft sounds.