Poetry Blogs (genetic memory)
Jane Briganti on Loss (4 hours ago)
Jane Briganti on Goodbye My Friend (4 hours ago)
Am I to speak for your past?
Should I intrude?
For I am the spectre of your years: I was there beside you
In your cot and at your play
I am all that is left
I am the breath of your childhood
I am the oxygen of your life
There is no limit to my presence in your life
Monday 13th November 2017 11:10 pm