1. Mother

in sorrow beauty swims
life whittles to bone depth
yet all wounds are cauterized
with the memory suspended in tears

2. Daughter

in the memory of tears, joy
the great wound, a river, erodes
what the world makes on us
what remains we pass on

3. Wife

these remains, whittled
shaped by endless cross-currents
are built upon: this altar
to the immortal in We
crystallized in joyful tears