The Unspoken – #captureyourgrief 2016 #whathealsyou

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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