Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Chrysogonus #65 - the phone call

the phone call 

she called me again
same story
new sobbing

from her womb
and the loss

how one life gone
might beckon

grace of mind
is nothing now

of the one
who is gone

no one to hold
full breasts but
no one to feed

emptiness comes
with motherhood's
every mention

so she calls me
to relive the loss
in safe ears

tears stop
not for good
just today

till when she wakes
next to know
the loss remains

my ears attuned
for the same sadness
for fresh tears

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