Lullabye for the Lost
Hush now my baby, too cold to cry
Momma has eternity for this lullaby
With lips of Blue and eyes rimmed red
Daddy’s little princess fell down dead.
Be still now sweetheart, too worn to care
Wash his stale smell from every curl of your hair
Purple rouge for her cheek, black paint for an eye
It’s been more than a year since she stopped asking why.
Sleep now precious boy, too scarred to feel
As last night’s needle marks begin to heal
Legs of lead and a heart of stone
If he doesn’t wake up, he won’t be alone.
Jim
White eye lashes gleam
Like dust caught in a sunbeam over
Blue eyes, clear and vacant as marbles
The smooth white of your skin stretches over
An upturned jaw slack from song
And a finely crafted nose placed delicately between -
A porcelain boy, sweet doll, whose voice echoes
Canned sentiments that his empty chest
Ought to be filled with.
E.
Bitter lips bleeding cut on sharp words,
Spewing shrapnel cutting those who
come too close to
Her time bomb, ticking.
And you’re a pathetic picture
In the blood red dress
You always wear
To hide the stains on your chest.
Forgiving
Dearest, I will not forgive and forget.
I will not do you this disservice.
Should I wipe ever tear we have shed from our mutual memories –
For friends lost, for loves now dead, for joy?
Should I hide from you all of my many and varied flaws –
Did not the acceptance of these show me your love, set you apart from the rest?
Should I forget the way I felt when your words pierced my heart –
The way the pain at your disapproval reminded me how much we care?
Should we lose these things, these moments of Us?
Neither will I take these words and expunge them from our histories.
Instead, I will carefully fold them, lay them gently in their place
With lavender flowers for freshness and rosemary for remembrance.
I hope you like them!
(my favorite is the first)
