Mama

Follow her along the ice,
she sings and speaks and nags as if her words never heard
by other, me, she; him?
I don't know.
I hide under her cloak, look up and see
nothing but pain.
Why? I wonder.
Lip curled, brow furrowed.
Cheeks red with frost.
Mama, I say; smile for me.
Hush.
Not yet.