I can feel her pregnancy
It’s growing inside
I can feel her moving inside
She’s about to give birth
And yet she’s not ready
I can carry her weight
And she knows what’s coming
Her tears, and she knows that I’m here
Their heartbeats running
Racing, competing
I know how she floats, and she can smell
She’s not ready yet
She won’t breathe but she can swim
I can feel the waters
So she sits and she waits
Knowing exactly what will happen
No time for meds now
Too late for that
She always knew
And she wonders
But she fears for that moment
And her water breaks
And my water breaks
Emerging oceans of troubled waters
That swallow the room
She drowns to encounter her daughter
She swims to the arms of her mother
She cries
She dies
I can carry her weight
I will carry her body
She will burry her daughter
I can feel her loss as her voice disappears
And she begins to hear mine
As her warmth slips away from her skin and into deep water
Sunday, July 20, 2008
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