Sometimes I wonder
Can you see me
And if certain persons could
Would it make me more real
If I cannot be heard
Or acknowledged
Here
I will go to where I can
Until then holding
the truth in my heart.
A witness to our lives
Imagine
to be accounted for
And leave more
of a trace
Than dates in a newspaper clipping
Or engraved in stone.
More than someone's daughter
or anything to anyone
But particular to me.
Can you see me...
