Friday, April 18, 2014

Twenty-four

Because I can't sing you to sleep
I lull you with twenty something questions
and learn you in five hundred words.

There is a name for your first child
and an unknown favorite smell,
there is a lexeme I might never say.

There is an irrational fear of death
and a wish to live in a poem,
I write your soul a temporary shelter

I know you cannot stay.

3 comments:

  1. There is great power and beauty in unconditional love - and no one writes it like you do.

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  2. This is simply gorgeous.

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  3. a wish to live in a poem. fantastic. another gem, Kenia ~

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