daughter_speculation jane the sound of my mother weeping leaks through the crack in my door where usually heat slips out. at first i thought perhaps it was a sneeze, some tissue & then i wonder what kind of letter she must have received to make her sob so. i wonder if maybe her father passed on. & if he did perhaps she weeps for years of resentment she held for his abuse on her brother's skin. my heart melts but i stay in bed thinking it's not my job to rest my head on her neck. 050717 what's it to you? who go blather from