Seven stages of grief? I’m stuck at number one.
My heart is clogged by images of
An empty crib.
And a bare womb.
Diapers never changed.
A baptism never held.
A headstone never visited.
An inscription never traced.
His bedroom remains unchanged.
Denim with accents of yellow.
His name is written all over the wall of my heart.
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 5:08 PM UTC
Seven stages of grief? I’m stuck at number one.
My heart is clogged by images of
An empty crib.
And a bare womb.
Diapers never changed.
A baptism never held.
A headstone never visited.
An inscription never traced.
His bedroom remains unchanged.
Denim with accents of yellow.
His name is written all over the wall of my heart.