Hands brushing against wallpaper
Paint
Stone
Brick
Drywall

Feet shuffling carefully across carpet
Hardwood
Linoleum
Tiles
Eggshells

Touching
Looking
Searching
Feeling
Hoping to find the light switch

Eventually
At last
Finally
The switch, a break
A crack
A gap in the smoothness beneath your hand
Fingers
Finger tips
No more darkness
Emptiness
Hollowness
Supposedly

Flip it up and down
Up
Down
Up
Down

Keep on trying
Attempting
Striving
Demanding
Pleading

So many times repeatedly
Over and over
Again and again
Continually
Persistently

But in the back of your mind knowing it's for naught
Useless
Pointless
Futile
Worthless

The bulb is dead
Deceased
Departed
Expired
Fallen

Never again to show it's light
Glow
Warmth
Hope
Love

Love like a mother comforting her kid
Child
Baby
Life
Everything

No, that's wrong
Incorrect
Mistaken
Inaccurate
Fallacious

It is the mother who is everything
All there is
Reason for being
Reason of existence

To the child