My boys. I don't have them to hold. What do I do with my arms?
~ Sonali Deraniyagala
I was terrified that tomorrow the truth would start.
There must be some atom of our life hidden here, lingering in this quiet somewhere.
I am in the unthinkable situation that people cannot bear to contemplate.
Their promise, my children's possibilities, still linger in our home.
I would plead into the darkness, where are they, bring them back
