Peds
His breath short, catching
wisps.
Her kisses full flowers
of herself.
Scattered on his pallid
face.
Her’s pressed into silent
wails.
Falling from her eyes - salty
motherhood
rubbed into sorrowful life
only 4
years old.
Rainy Nights inspire me to think. I love to open the windows and doors of my study and listen to the wind and the dripping rain in the tall Tulip Poplars around our little house. It settles my soul into being content with just being.
2 Comments:
Powerful...
Heartbreaking.
Where have you been lately?
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