I remember being under my Power Rangers comforter
in the darkness,
and clutching what was left of my teddy bear -
his stuffed stiff arms out in surrender to the pain.
Through the creak wood floor and black wires
my mom surged with that maternal fire, that alone
can say, "They are MY kids, too, DAMMIT! "
slamming shut kitchen cupboard doors that then unseal themselves
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem