Cookie Dough

It's amazing what pictures
what sounds
what motions and actions
run through my mind...

No one can see
No one can tell
Not even I.

I'm busy making cookie dough
I'm cleaning up the mess
I'm busy washing dishes
And what's running through my head...

Last images
Last cries
My sister's shouts for Daddy
are echoing through my mind...

But who can tell
And should they?...
Should I just let me be...
Who can tell that I'm still there
in my grief and misery...