Her Mama
Repeated
What she’d read
Several times already
‘Sheep are always in
The public eye
As soon as one finds something
The others follow’
She wrung her hands
Pulled her fingers
Like she was washing them
Under a tap
Her mind raced
Her head nodded
Yessss, yesss…
After several minutes
Her head began to shake
‘Nop, I still don’t get it.’