A cloud hangs over me. In the heavy air of the atmosphere, I struggle to inhale. In the darkness I reach out, But to nothing. In the silence I call out But my voice is not heard. No living ear can hear, For in here, I am alone.
The Mother: A Portrait
She gazes down upon her infant, Her eyes warm like sunbeams, Her smile, the crescent moon, Her love, the air he breathes. Ears pricked up, like a bat’s, she hears a cry before it blossoms, Her feet are swift, her arms sweep quick, To whisk her child into her bosom. There is sugar in her […]
