Beam-Ends
Cristobal, so pink in your blue suit
Limbs flailing, condemned
You will grow so quick to learn
Vicarious loss and sorrow
The light is now in the ground
We weep and gnash for love taken
The children’s pain a thin veil of my own
A pox, a pox on all the world
But a savior
A mother without her children
Children without their mother
My God what a tentative brace
We pray ‘’ballast our keel’’
When I look at Helen
With that very special stride
It’s quickness
I wonder where she has been
What brutal weight she must carry
Daughters become mothers
Where is the chance for them
Oh Helen of the slippery gait
My own life is a ship
Laid on its beams end
Coming very slowly
Up to the wind
As I contemplate chains and pens
Listening to thumps and laughter
She slides through to say
And to brighten my day
''Without a close eye
The little lovelies will run wild
They just will''
With a bitter tear
I can but struggle
‘’Grasp the steer board’’
But none can guide our way
Save one
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