He died in the morning
Before the sun rose
In the arms of my wife.
I took his body still warm
Held him on my chest
Skin to skin, son to father.
An owls wing across his back
And sage along his side.
( Breathe in )
Were you watching as we wept.
As I screamed, your small body
Rising and falling on the broken
Heart beneath my ribs.
( Breathe out )
Now in the living room we keep a candle lit
And its undulating light wanders down the hall
Into our bedroom while we sleep.
I dream you ask for water
And the flickering light kisses my eyelids
Your lips touching my brow
Tender and silent.
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3 comments:
amazing. i have no other words. and nothing else to give you.
tears flowed as I read your beautiful elegies to your son. God bless your deepest, happiest memories of him as you remember him in your art.
It's been a while since you penned these words. This song of lament.I share your bench of sorrow and pray even as tears pool, for you.
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