Back and forth I pace the hall
brightly lit I hear the call was
it meant for me?
Red eyes rimmed deepest black
hollow to the soul head turned
to the side did I hear it right?
Two days I heard them say this
labor is not right third day we
come away a lonesome soul
this night.
Very deep I like this poem.. Its nice.... ~Krista~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
death of a baby? stillborn? a finely-written story. to MyPoemList. again, an earlier poem by you this time, a poem i understand better than many of yours i have read. any fishing today? ? bri :)