Thursday, March 09, 2006

all part of a woman's week #3

I’m a sobbing milky mess
With out you
Cherub screaming menace
Resisting
The moment
You
Escaped me
Too early
Full of battlescars
To brag about only
One minute old
But
Still hold
My hand.

2 comments:

_Q_ said...

Too ealry! Too late!
Romeo and Juliet
had it all
alright
it's just that
the timing
was wrong.

Nice one Cara.

cara said...

Thanks Jesse

This poem is actually about the birth of my daughter.

In fact, today is her birthday.