A Hundred Silent Ways
I find you in the place of tears baby,
You never saw the azure sky above;
Beneath the soil all these sad years,
I do not speak in words but thoughts.
Only one word engraved,
Baby, no name, no date;
I am sorry my little one,
I was so very young myself.
Your father faded from the reality,
Of a girl who would have his child;
And then you were born and died,
My parents had you buried quickly.
They thought to protect,
No name, no date at all;
And for all these years,
I have talked to you silently.
I speak to you often my little son,
Dreaming of what could have been;
I contemplate a life with a little boy,
A hundred times a day without words.
And it is time for me,
To honor your name;
Engrave it in the stone,
It is time my sweet baby son.
"It is time to correct the past . . ."
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May 1, 2015
Poetry/Verse/plus one line/ A Hundred Silent Ways
Copyright Protected, ID 05-558-375-01
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Contemplation- Rumi, Visual #1
sponsor, Mystic Rose, Judged 2015
Second Place
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