Sister of mercy

picture by Lina Scheynious

Cutting up your hair

your hair grow everywhere

they bloom each time more

and they are like a harvest

only i m not a farmer

Feeding you with a little spoon

food all over you

and it's going down, down, down

and this could be my baby's basket

only i m not a mother

Holding you close to my body

whisper you that everything is fine

it's your epilepsy, it's your old friend

knocking the door again

and this could be another syringe

only i m not a doctor

I am a sister
a sister of mercy

and i m not going anywhere