With Words Enough
How does one speak
for the child born dead,
the brother with
unopened eyes?
He lay in her arms
for a while before
the nurses fetched him away,
and his mother and father
turned to each other,
crying and holding tight,
deciding then that they
would try and try again…
and here I am, the boy
imagined at that moment,
with words enough to sing
his small, lost song.
Copyright © Siyabonga Nobangela | Year Posted 2018
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