Tuesday, May 30, 2006

The Clock Ticks

I long to welcome you into my arms
To hold you to my breast
I sob
I wonder where you are
and who you are
and when will you arrive
My life lies barren all about
Fruit trees grow fertile
Hospital tests leave doctors confused
They wonder why you don not come
And Why, when you do
Why you depart so soon
The months move on
My maternal clock tics loud

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