the grip of loveA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertothe grip of love
water
logged infants cling to stone cold
mothers but screaming
hearts still beat,
hurricane havoc rips the
umbilical chord from blue eyed innocents and reaching hands go
silent as war torn breasts
her last smile floats in harmony with his
first words years will pass, and polluted rivers will
clear
and he will reflect in
another decade on a storm with an Uncle
sounding name
and try to remember what
she called him before the bubbles quit
rising.
erin-cilberto 8/30/17 © 2017 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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8 Reviews Added on August 31, 2017 Last Updated on August 31, 2017 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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