(for Georgie)
How then I found in you a balm
to salve a ripp’d-torn heart
upon your little ears your
eyes, celestial works of art
Or was it your affections, kind
small as twinkling stars,
that beckoned me towards
the joy that once was truly ours
Straddle birth that grand divide
which separates us two
and fall on anamnesis from
before we felled to two
when in my womb you were at rest
rocking to and fro,
and all you knew was us together
seems so long ago......
August 15th, 2013
Amy Whittlesey
How then I found in you a balm
to salve a ripp’d-torn heart
upon your little ears your
eyes, celestial works of art
Or was it your affections, kind
small as twinkling stars,
that beckoned me towards
the joy that once was truly ours
Straddle birth that grand divide
which separates us two
and fall on anamnesis from
before we felled to two
when in my womb you were at rest
rocking to and fro,
and all you knew was us together
seems so long ago......
August 15th, 2013
Amy Whittlesey
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