It doesn't matter that the phone has gone silent,
that you are angry, not speaking,
believing I don't understand the extent
of your suffering, as, indeed,
my mother's heart understands
only too well.
I am still here, waiting,
as I have always been, will always be:
for your sun to shine once more,
for the day when you need to speak,
for the phone to ring,
for our conversation to resume.