37 4 2
|
I’d offer a catalogue of
daylilies with names
you’d appreciate:
Prairie Blue Eyes
|
112845
|
I lost a baby two years ago. At 8.5 weeks after seeing her heart beat. I haven't been able to talk about it, but I can write about it. My throat cracks and splinters when I begin to form a thought or word or phrase. I took such great care when…
|
1239128
|
I was hope, and
you were what I can only call
consolation, as day after day you
remained a grief in my throat.
|
130485
|
Twice burned, it buries its graves.
|
91103
|
I near the spot where life stopped,
|
72065
|
Do you want this, you ask, and hand me a blue silk shirt of hers
with small yellow flowers. I'm afraid to say no,
in case it makes you remember all over again.
|
8394
|
|
65355
|
where will we be/ when it happens?
|
10976
|
I cannot leap, yearn or sing made meaningful
|
66611
|
My grief is made up of
Demons fighting to
Claw their way first
Out of my eyes
|
