When Flowers Were I n Bloom

When Flowers Were I n Bloom

Saturday

She Hears Him



    

















She dreams
he scurries across the floor,
and through any nook or cranny,
disappears into the walls,
then she awakens to an empty crib --
the house settling,
windows rattling.

All night
she hears him crying
behind the woodwork. 

14 comments:

  1. Haunting and lonely. Beautiful.

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  2. Just spent a few minutes browsing your site. Your work resonates with honesty and emotion. Sometimes quite direct, sometimes allusion-filled, each poem has a cadence and construct that seem just right. I will return!

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  3. linda
    thank u very much
    for the read

    loved
    the discussion
    ur poem
    generated
    very interesting

    later
    my sister

    este

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  4. gracias kim
    i really enjoyed
    ur poem

    just read
    the world goes round & round
    & it does
    dosen't it

    much love
    in your life
    my sister

    este

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  5. This made me hurt. It felt like someone had put a vice around my heart and was squeezing it really tight and the lump in my throat won't go away.
    I dream like that sometimes you know and I wake up crying. The crib that should have been filled with my babies, is always going to be empty.
    I'm done screaming at God, but I'm not done crying. I'll never hold my own little, warm person in my arms, but I can hold everyone else's.
    Now every time I see a pregnant woman, see a crib or hear a baby cry I smile, then I wait to come home and cry.

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  6. "... but I can hold everyone else's ..."

    including
    gabriel uriah
    my muse

    much love & peace
    in ur life
    my sister

    este

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  7. Love this poem and your blog - I shall return :)

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  8. Thank you for your kind words in your visit.
    You are pretty good yourself!

    Luego.
    :)

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  9. marousia
    thank u for visiting
    come play
    anytime

    peace & love
    my sister

    este

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  10. thank u mia
    hope only the best
    for ur mother

    much love
    esteban

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  11. The second poem I read apart from your rally one. Its really nice, gives a fierce blow on your face and then you realize the importance of 'house settling an windows rattling'.

    Good work indeed.

    :)

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  12. Very powerful and true to heart. Well penned.

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  13. thank u m
    appreciate the comment

    peace & love
    este

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