Carved

When I think
that you may die
before me,
the source of the sting
is not the absence
of a smooth
and polished future
that mothers wish
for their beloved children,
but the shortage
of the many terrible breaks
and losses and dents
which would have
carved into you
those pockets of emptiness,
without which,
no joy
could ever find purchase
and no pleasure
could ever cling.

 

DeMaris Gaunt
11-18-14

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