I raised my mother good
how could you tell?
I never thought I could
the sound wafts on the night air
bird nest comb in my hair
secret songs
don’t be long
I saved the firewood
drank from the well
dressed up in robe and hood
the ground laughs under kite fairs
hold fast
strings are prepared
be kept on
secret songs
tin man time is nigh
oil can ran dry
more than a few drops shy
composition, voice, guitar: Pamela Sackett
recording engineer, mix: Paul Parker
image: Giacinta Mazzoccone Vosika
© PAMELA SACKETT
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