(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.
