Nederland.

Once, when we moved away,
She came from Nederland one day,
She showed photos, we frowned,
Her children could never be fixed or be found.

We flew away,
We'd never stay,
Hearts all the same,
I was ashamed
Of myself.

We sat on your front lawn,
Sharing our stories of trips you'd been on,
The stars and the flames both sang,
It was all fine until the telephone rang.

I watched them all night,
Our family cried for it,
Never turned out a light,
A mothers ended fight.

-A