Mother Mother, it is alright to claim me. I am a gentle child. Though I speak to the wind and gaze upon the stars -- I wish to hold your gentle hand. I wish to know of the emptiness I have left in your heart as you have left in mine -- like a furnished, beautiful child's bedroom but empty inside. Blood that is not your blood running through my veins different hopes -- different dreams -- but our differences are what makes us the same. So do not wish to forsake me in the bleakness of the night -- yet reach for me and call to me your child. Robert Liles