06-05-2016, 07:43 PM
[quote='justcloudy' pid='211323' dateline='1464477039']
The wait room in the clinic smelled
the mucus on my baby’s breath
as she hacked it from her lungs
(or tried).
I breathed prayers into her wispy hair
undulating off the rhythm
of the clock, slime-stuck at nine.
The wait room in the clinic heard
a shuffle and a steady stride;
a mirror held by future’s hands.
A creviced face and deep set eyes
locked with the anguish in my own.
She breathed comfort into greying hair,
of her baby, forty-five.
I love also the personification of the waiting room, and the alliteration in 'a shuffle and a steady stride
I find it hard to get the message, is it the grandmother that comes in to comfort? or forty five years on....
The wait room in the clinic smelled
the mucus on my baby’s breath
as she hacked it from her lungs
(or tried).
I breathed prayers into her wispy hair
undulating off the rhythm
of the clock, slime-stuck at nine.
The wait room in the clinic heard
a shuffle and a steady stride;
a mirror held by future’s hands.
A creviced face and deep set eyes
locked with the anguish in my own.
She breathed comfort into greying hair,
of her baby, forty-five.
I love also the personification of the waiting room, and the alliteration in 'a shuffle and a steady stride
I find it hard to get the message, is it the grandmother that comes in to comfort? or forty five years on....