Moments of glass

I’ve come to collect
Some more moments of glass
Specks of grandmotherly time

I’ve come to collect
Some more moments of glass
They’re harder and harder to find

It’s not the light that’s getting dim
There’s just a spiderweb of fissures in
The medium that sits ‘tween you and me

I try to look at you
I think you try and see me too
But light and life and love refract away

I’ve come to collect
Some more moments of glass
They’re harder and harder to find

I’ve come to collect
Some more moments of glass
It seems they’re in short supply

Your eyes bright your face is warn
Your accent floating somewhere on
The ship you slipped aboard for just ten pounds

When you arrived mother enquired
About a maid to “do for her”
A laugh, “Get used to doing for yourself”

I’ve come to collect
Some more moments of glass
They’re harder and harder to find

I’ve come to collect
Some more moments of glass
You don’t know who I am
But you’re kind