Leanne Harris
A Mother's Tears I'm so tired. I barely shake anymore, cradling your young head, holding you as I did when you were my baby. Ten thousand emotions have washed over me tonight, waves upon waves of anger, sadness, dread and regret have pounded through my brain, tearing my skull apart. Other thoughts have merely whispered, like cool fleeting breezes, leaving indelible impressions nonetheless. And you, you lie here in my arms like a breathing corpse, and my cries are but a part of drunken dreams. My baby, you are so young to crave alcohol's oblivion. I wish my sober tears could rid you of your sorrow. My child, how is it that I have wronged you? Tell me your pain, speak to me once again, it has been so long since I've known you. I can't make it all better with a hug anymore, but how I've missed you in your distance. I want to shake you, and yet I know you cannot hear. It's getting chilly out here on the porch, and you don't feel a thing. Did you fear I would smell the alcohol, hear you stumble, see guilt or shame play on your drunken face? Or perhaps this home, for you, is so uncomfortable in your adolescence that you prefer to sleep on its fringes. I find I can still lift you, and I carry you to your bed. I do not try to wake you, what's left to say can wait until morning. I only pray, my baby, that my tears will stain your heart, and we can learn to talk again.
Your Blood is like Coca-Cola
How do I love you? Don't let me count the ways. Your sparkling eyes, your special smile, even your searching soul Have been described infinitesimally Until the you I see, I feel, I love Is lost in the shadows of a thousand starlit nights.
Yet within this new permutation of text Lies an almost original alphabetical array Denying and escaping the adequate articulation I seek This complex so newly formed Yet so anciently derived.
Your blood is like Coca-Cola The same classic compound bound in characteristic design. Its atomic properties necessitate its consistency A homogeneous solution of humanity Drink! Enjoy mankind's universal tie
This container of you that I hold in my arms Contains 4-6 litres of everyday human blood And yet, systolically it rushes through you In new uncharted networks of capillaries Finding, each time, a new path to your heart.
The fluid continues its circuitous journey Replenishing the cells that comprise your being Each a tiny vessel encasing replica upon replica Of unique amino acid arrangements Which give your contents a savory refreshing cool.
So within these red-robed linings The multitudes of bodies and flesh It is you alone I desire Because, my remarkable replica container Only you could taste so strongly of love.
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