(another for Baby Girl M)
Every day without him,
I am
grown
more
confused,
like a bird
like a bird
who
flies no more.
I am fallen,
on an
island wild,
one
with bars
and
no bridge
back
to reality.
The longer I stay here,
the
more
unstable
I become.
I dream I bend the bars,
step
through
into
a meadow bright,
in
the country
of my
birth.
And in my dream,
my
baby girl
cries
for me...
Instead of letting her die,
I
scoop her up
and I rock her
in my
arms.
We escape then,
into
the lane
behind
the house.
The place where
her
Daddy and I
were
letting her die.
It is then I awake
and
it is more
than
I can bear
Every day without her
I
retreat,
a
little more.
What can one say but but WOW!
ReplyDeleteThis is a direct and incredible piece of writing. Filled with tenderness, loss, love, and deep deep sadness. I want to say it is beautiful, but that doesn't sound right and yet it is. Honesty is always beautiful in its own fashion. This made me cry.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/06/30/wild-gift/
I have to let this one settle it. I'm touch on several levels.
ReplyDeleteThis truly is an emotive piece as the reader is drawn into narrators story.
ReplyDeleteOuch! That is a very heartfelt and poignant piece.
ReplyDeleteSad and honest this blazed a path through my spirit. Beautiful work...I love this.
ReplyDeleteIt is so sad and tugs at the heart!! It captures all the pathos of the situation that they find themselves!!
ReplyDeleteSuch a sad dream! Your words are very moving .
ReplyDeleteGoodness, Sharon. I'm always in awe of you, but this one is just incredible. Structure, flow, everything. Whew.
ReplyDeleteThanks to all of you for coming, reading and commenting...this was a departure for me. I haven't wanted to imagine how it might be for the mother of this infant given that both she and the father have been charged with murdering the child, but they have been kept separate since their apprehension and there's a part of me that would like to believe she's remorseful...
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