Contained emotion

in the play area

where kids come to see mums;

so many goodbyes.


We played hopscotch

skipping stones.

Listened to her songs

with poetic ears.

No poems were written



One by one the girls left

to record their voices

in a small room

on the dat.


They came back smiling

after something difficult

but done, over

and out into her singing:

voice soothing traffic

coming in

from the out side.