In this house, where so many br children were stillborn, br ghosts slobber and roar. br br br These are my siblings br reflections of the fierce br and wild storms of my heart. br br br They crash about the kitchen, br sending chairs flying, br overturning the table, br ripping the doors from their hinges. br br br Their sorrow is beyond forgetting. br They will never love, never dream. br Yet I will hold them always, br or until they are erased br by the wind.