Wednesday, February 17, 2010

in utero

mama cried for days when you left

the ash faded, but 
the trails from her nails stayed,
lingering.

she still cooks supper for three
when she only eats for two
and the left over food is always
a dull ache

low in the pit
of her stomach.

where you were. where i am. 

3 comments:

ShadowInTheNight said...

Moving.
Touched something inside me that I didn't quite know existed.
An unusually inspired poem... But those are always the best. Excellent job. :)

Flying Stars said...

Wow, Thats beautifully written. <3

Flying Stars said...

Wow, Thats beautifully written. <3