Three years since I saw her last, And two since any word. Perhaps Silence is the only answer she has For a father questioning his failings. Just before dawn was a brief shower, Barely enough to dampen the ground, And now, by the door, the irises lean Wet and solemn into the first low light. It is all I can do to reach out and hold One, touch each petal drop, gentleness I would give her if I could, wiping tears From the face of a lost and loved child.
Lacrimae Rerum
Poetry by countryfog
Read 931 times
Editors' choice
Written on 2012-05-20 at 20:27
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
|
Lawrence Beck |
|
Kee Zealy |
|
Elle |
|
Eli |
|
Editorial Team |
|
ken d williams |
|
Nils Teodor |
