lying with the cats they have my best and will always protect these sulky eyes and the brothers in the kitchen playing with the ants outside magnified their ignorance although a mother cannot blame her child for doing such for who are they to know all of her secrets? The father on the front porch with his loyalty near foot gives her patience in multitudes by holding what she wants most far out of reach and it is this power over her which has made us so weak and still she lies in wait and humble suffering for this is what solitude brings as we ingest it's silent beauty