
The eyelids of night close upon
A day wrapped with warmth
And echoes of children’s play
Inside the moons gleam
I lose myself with intention of sleep
But I am caught up on a turbulent sea
Thrusting me back to a time with thee
Playing and giggling
Your precious delight
Cooing and yawning
Sweetly rockin on my side
Then the undertow grabs my feet and ankles
Fighting like a stubborn swine to the dinner table
The waters trap me into a flashback reel…
A little home in the aged country
Mama cooking supper, while baby sleeps
Her life brings me joy, so I twirl and tweet
…Mama opens the door with beaming heart
To wake up an angelic daughter
And cradle her in my arms
Only to find…
A scene I still cannot describe
A baby not breathing!
Did Jesus just pass by?
Or Is this just the evil we call
“life”
Her face unmoved!
My visions are pleading
“Please stop the playback!”
“Please erase this image!”
But the moon is now snoring
And the tide is pulling back
I wish to cut these lines of gravity!
I wish to extinguish the flashes of back
My ankles slow to be freed
As I wear that nightmare like a hat
Covering my reddened eyes
And tucking the returning guilt under my cap
I am quietly tossed to the welcoming sand
As the sun wakes and stretches
Greeting the insomnia of land
One two march-one two step
Again I have not slept
Fighting with the tug of the flashbacks
To be woken by the sun
The search for my daughter
I can no longer stand.
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