a descent into poetry insanity |
| for Caleb for five days, we sang to him—sang of love and teddy bears of safety and home. we sang lullabies he didn't need because he didn't wake. we sang happy and sad and confused and terrified. we sang waiting beside his cot. we sang dry eyes and tired feet. we sang the beat of the heart monitor. we sang the rhythm of the ventilator. we sang until our voices died with him. we sang his funeral with cried out eyes. someday, we'll meet again past death's veil, and he will know us by our voices. April 14—An elegy note ▶︎ |