There stands the empty crib
The room that will not hear
The sounds of cries or coos or laughter.
There are the walls,
For the awaited,
For a broken chapter.
Breast and breath
For an eternity of loss,
Till the hereafter.
Note: Dedicated with love to all empty-armed mothers (in all their manifestations and realities and outward presentations), on this Mother’s Day.
For Debbie’s One Word Sunday: Missing
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