Cries from the baby
Echo down the hall
But fall upon deaf ears
Nighttime brings
The cover of darkness
A single star shines in solitude
Aroma of breakfast
Fills an empty kitchen
Far away, a child's belly aches
Clocks tick
Winds blow
River flow... but we don't see
*Originally published in: I Hate the Poem by Lisa Mason ISBN: 978-0-557-00727-1
Published by Lisa Mason
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4 Comments
Post a CommentMy book was published years before Haiti but I can see you might make that connection. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Oh! Sorry. I get it now. Haiti?
Huh?
Powerful message! Awesome work! :-)