Transitions With a Baby Girl
(Inspired by my first daughter, Ava)
.
da da da . . .
a delicate voice
traces the outline
of my name
.
asleep in my arms
eyes still wet with angry tears
my ornery angel
.
4 a.m.
at the crib
what is so wrong in your life
that you need to make
these noises?
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About the Creator
Dave Bonvillian, Jr.
I write poetry and Speculative-Fiction short stories. I've had the privelage of having one of my poems published in Wisdom Crieth Without magazine.
I am currently living in Missouri with my wife, three children and two ridiculous dogs.
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Our Song
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandell3 days ago in Fiction
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