I’ll Be Right Here.

(Lullaby for the Lost)

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Oh, Baby.

We all thought
we were going
somewhere once, caught
in the lull of our own skin.

How do I begin
to hold you with my whole,
whole heart, open these
chambered cages so you can fly?

Shall I
woo you with silence
or unwrap these last strains,
these trapped refrains
that might call you home?

Maybe none of it matters.
Maybe these last smatterings
of phrase aren’t meant to see
the sun.

Rest now. Sleep sweet.
These sorrow-salted days
can wait.

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Prompted by Poetic Asides.

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4 Responses to I’ll Be Right Here.

  1. Kir Piccini says:

    Oh such beautiful words, I was wiping tears by the end.

  2. This, I imagine, as being addressed to one’s child. i agree- a beautiful poem!

  3. Sara v says:

    Trapped refrains, should be released. Sleep sweet. Love this De 🙂

  4. Shawna says:

    I can hardly respond to this. I think the speaker is holding her still-born baby, and it’s breaking my heart.

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