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Crying Smile
by Charlie Morgan
Crying Smile
Bright lights, cold air, sterile room...
blanch the humanity within.
Doubt of certainty, certainty of doubt
fill the white-washed and loom.
Cold hands, cold instruments, cold gel...
touch a warm belly that hold the tale
of a future held
in the womb of a loving mother-to-be,
and beats the peanut's heart
and heard are the swishing sounds
of life while expectancies abound.
Another mother and child reunion
is starting and the long-life union
of many more to come.
04-10-03
04/10/2003 Posted on 04/10/2003
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/10/03 at 04:47 PM oh, this is so beautiful! a lovely way of referring to conception as a reunion of cosmic spirits that have always meant to unite. the poem passes from the earthly to the sublime |
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