i heard the rain on the roof
sad and angry
the candle's out
and it is dark
i checked my mailbox
empty
the flowers in the kitchen
wilting
the batteries in my daughter's music box
dying
her room smells so clean
like wood and fresh diapers
my heart is heavy
with anger and despair
the candle's out
my mind betrays me
my blood feels septic
my womb, dangerous
if there are angels behind me
weeping with me
maybe their wings are blowing the candles out
so i can't see the light
i like the rain
i like the flowers
i like the music
i love her room
but the candle's out
i can't see
i can only feel
and it hurts
the whispering wind
the smiles of friends
a set of the bluest eyes
i feel kathlyn
warms my heart for a moment
but the candle's out
and it is dark
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No words. Just sending you love. (((Hugs)))
ReplyDeleteYou are very talented.
ReplyDeleteThinking of you Beth, hope the heaviness in your heart subsides if just for a little while. I still have a nursery that just smells wonderful like baby clothes and fresh paint, clean and bright *sigh*. Hugs, Nan xo
ReplyDeleteOh Beth. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that Kathlyn isn't in the room that you prepared for her with so much love. Thinking of you. xo
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