Shades of Black

fabrics of black hang

from his tiny body

like a witches robe

like my nightgown

like my wedding dress

that I never found

but he was beautiful

as a fragile child

& he spun around & only smiled

in his awkward & self-conscious youth

the days of being wild

baby you are my only truth

Reviews

[Julie Fran]

I love your descriptions, how you describe "this awkward and self-conscious youth." And I love how you write " & he spun around & only smiled." It just really brought this too life I think. :)