She sang out to me, that youthful mother, Sweet melodies, ‘twas alchemy. Bought me lollies, many dollies, For laughter-filled playtimes. She drove me here, she drove me there. The parks were full of mothers like her. The seesaws, those jungle gyms, Abounded...
I loved, and I birthed, A child, a childhood. The child, he is, forever I thought. I dreamed, I sang, I breathed, This child, he grew, and sang along. He played, he cried, he hurt, he longed. Then, from child to adolescent, He stood, swaying hither, thither A...
Refusing to let go, talons out on force, Building bonds with friends galore, Gold, Sword and Angel fish abound, In the reaches of your fluid ground. Sweet face upon the glass door, You, ma turtle mate, are just a little off course, Daily fare, Â a mini...
I roam, chamber to chamber, lantern in hand,
Is this my crossroad, or a crossing mere?
Strange are these paths, known unknown,
Straight, long, narrow and square.
While I re-search a semblance of sanity,
Grey saltshaker, Peppery wisdom sprinkle, Whisking away all sorrows, Evoking  songs unique, Waltzing jowl to cheek. Wrinkly edges chronicled, Gift-wrap recycled, Two hairs on her chin, Bind yesterday to the morrow. Mouth too large, Twin lips smile, awhile,...
Klara is not just intelligent and insightful, she is also noble, which gives rise to the thought that perhaps we undermine those we consider robotic; we humans tend to disregard those very folk who display emotions with difficulty.
Perhaps it is an error to deem them less sensitive?
There is a freshness to her writing; a simplicity in it that belies the depth of what the story carries in its womb- the profound pain and the undying will to live on with it, as second skin.