Linda

POETRY IS WHAT THE SOULS OF THE ANCIENTS SPEAK TO THOSE STILL SEEKING WHAT IS MOST BEAUTIFUL IN THE WORLD. FROM: LINDA

Saturday, April 14, 2018

For Asifa:

RIP.  No one can hurt you now, Baby Girl.






Girl
Boundless energy
savagely made still.
Memory snuffed.
Partner breath called down.
No way to calm
frantic what-ifs.
Like Tantalus,
relief forever out of reach,
for parents
of children
whom death stole life
through mortal hands.

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