Rachel Kovacs Poems

You were beautiful,
my tiny child,
wrapped tightly in my arms,
close to my heart.
...

She stands there,
silently,
as the khols
and taals
...

Falling embers
Splintering lives and
Piercing memories
Rage begets rage.
...

From ashes
she rises,
absolving
cleansing,
...

whose bony fingers
stretched above gloved branches,
you danced in the sunlight,
elegantly bowing
...

Twenty tiny footprints
scattered in the snow.
Twenty wings that flutter
as the breeze begins to blow.
...

Her hands shook
as they wheeled
him away.
Had his lips
...

Gold grill,
Skittles,
Obscene
Words exchanged.
...

It started with just a hint of smoke,
A whiff that made the nostrils flare,
But raised no alarm.
It was fanned by every little slight
...

As the dust settles
in our hearts
hands are left reaching,
grasping, pleading
...