awaken to the sound of my mother calling me couldn't be, too many miles 'tween our frequency but it was it was her calling me it was as if I were floating toward her voice then fell because I couldn't fly no more than I could get there in time signs are not for the blind curtains tend to move so I tend to peer through blinds mother she's still here but frequently she tells me she's tired we first met when she was seventeen she's now over seventy quite over it indeed she has the right to go and I have no right to call her back