Lonesome
A-lone sometimes I find myself
Wandering, meandering, slithering
through,
transparent.

Trans-parent(ing) is what I call
crossing to the other side of your
Child-Ego
into being the mother of your own mother
Mother-ing the child in her
the young, gullible, girl she once was
falling in love
falling in lo-wer depths from which
You,
the Trans-parent
must parent the child in her
so as to heal the child
in your-self.