I Am Without
I am
A grandmother without wrinkles,
A raven without feathers,
A mother without children.
I am
A writer with no paper,
A singer with no listeners,
A wind with no kites.
My eyes may twinkle perfectly well by themselves
And my voice may soar, unrestrained
But where does a song go
When no one hears it?
Where does a poem go
Without a pen?
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world