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The Unspoken – #captureyourgrief 2016 #whathealsyou

After the Fall before the flight

As much as I write about my boys, there will always be things I do not say, The Unspoken.

The following poem was originally published in Kakalak 2015.

Things I Do Not Say

His complexion was raspberry
tea, and he could fit
into a teapot twice.

I don’t mention this
when asked how I am, what’s
on my mind.

Born with his eyes fused shut,
they opened from me
holding him too much.

I can’t share this
even as I notice a stranger
with eyes the same steel gray.

I cupped his tininess, horrified
at my discomfort with the shifting plates
in my perfect son’s soft skull.

Precious memories
haunt me. These are
the daymares I cherish.


Copyright Julie Ann Cook 2015.
May not be reprinted or otherwise published without the author’s permission.
All rights reserved.

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torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

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