Child's cries

At the window sill I sit to weep my sorrows
Ugly birds join in on my grief
Their hard caws echo my sorry cries
In mourning I have become a bird as unsightly
As grieving crows in barren trees

Why might I weep a loss not lived?
A child's tears I stopped from spilling
Caw ugly birds, for your sorrows
So I might join your wretched song
To pour my troubles to cold skies

Hands made to hold the world, cannot hold a wide-eyed child
Foul cries, like ugly caws, do not comfort
Wipe your eyes youngling, you will never have to caw to the skies
Stop weeping creature, thought you might only cradle dreams
Leave the birds to weep for you

Author's Note

I would make a bad mother

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

Adriana, this moved me deeply. I will return to it, I find it so sad yet so beautiful. Your note stating you would make a bad mother just broke my heart. You feel so strongly, and from other poems you have written I sense a heartfelt spirituality. That cannot be bad in a mother or any human being in any role.

[Adriana]

Thank you so much, you did make me feel better and I am so glad you enjoyed my poem. It is always such a pleasure to read your reviews!