My Charm

It sees the fear your eyes like you’re alone on a island with nothing
It has your mother’s voice captured in it
so you can remember her in your toughest time
It looks through your eyes and dances your sibling cry

It hears the
Sobbing
Waling
The pain through your heart

My charm questions me, “When are you going to let go?”
I answer with a sigh, “When I’m ready.”
I come from Germany where the war started
But that’s is not all I’ve seen much more so goodbye for now