Too many people to count
All built up in one mind
Slowly each one emerges
Taking their turn at the world
One’s a saint
One’s a sinner
One is God
One is nothing
They each have their way
Not one is the same
Each glowing with passion
Overflowing with cleverness
One’s a mother
One’s a daughter
One is a wife
One is something
Their used to be just one--
But she’s forever lost
Her memory lingers in my mind
Like that of a long lost mother
To an abandoned child.