Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Lonely.
I stand alone at my baby’s bed
Wondering what today will bring
To him, to me
Tubes and pumps and too many people
Talking, talking over me as if I am not there
Go away, go away, don’t leave me
Alone.

1 comment:

Maria Basile said...

What an extremely tender moment you've made into a beautiful poem, Agnes. Not a single wasted word. Thank you for sharing this!