Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Ghostly Whispers

Darling, come here.
Sit on Mother’s lap.
Let me tell you a secret-
I can see.

Yes, my eyes are blind.
My hearing is sharp.
The pen scratches against paper.
And the interplay between heartbeats.

From winter to summer
I’ve heard your heart in
The background of his.
I knew.

Close your eyes my daughter
And listen.
Can you see it now?

Choices have consequences.
I chose and now I see;
Blind thought I be.

There is another