Tanka Diary for My Unborn Girl
I
At the iced window
I exhale on frozen glass
the bluebird mobile
spins over your baby bed
empty of all as I am
II
The red bean bag chair
is where I would have nursed you
same as your brother
with breasts full of milk now dry
I keen with the winter wind
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Breathtaking and heartbreaking.
captures the loss well:
spins over your baby bed
empty of all as I am
with breasts full of milk now dry
I keen with the winter wind
Beautifully told. Clear and poignant.