the phone call
she called me again
same story
new sobbing
tale
from her womb
and the loss
how one life gone
might beckon
another
grace of mind
is nothing now
phantom
warmth
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
she called me again
same story
new sobbing
tale
from her womb
and the loss
how one life gone
might beckon
another
grace of mind
is nothing now
phantom
warmth
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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