(Warning: High emotional content)
The Crying Corridor
At the end of the crying corridor of
babies
is the room they put the
stillbirths in.
It is different from the rest,
flowered wallpaper echoes gravestone
bunches. Still flowers.
Still life.
Still death.
Rocking chair echoes nursery comforts
to rock away the pain
A tiny crib, warm soft blankets
cold body, tiny hands
no grasp reflex
mother grasps father's hand
both grasping for reasons why
non-mother, non-father
silent family unit
in the room they put the stillbirths in.
KT
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Katie Law
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