Empty, dark and silent home bears witness,

To intrusion, while the ear of God bends.

Anything without nails is the prize won,

Puppies to TV, nothing could be done.

Thieves caught in the act of staging our things,

Is what brought to tears, a mother who sings.

Continence turns to a faraway gaze,

Where sorrow’s tear pierces, a soul of pure joy.

Never before was the emotion seen,

That opened a window to the pain gleamed.

I and my mother, my mother is me,

Grieve the loss of innocence we see.

On this occasion, they had gone too far,

Stealing our transportation…the one car.