Poetry Files

Poetry Files. Disinheritance Poems by John Sibley Williams. Fertility.

Disinheritance
Poems
John Sibley Williams
Fertility


Can I say that a child died inside us
when all we have conceived is a name
for what could be?

We’ve built a cradle of nails and wood
to house a body too busy dying
to rest, a trophy of grief
we polish in case of tomorrow

Yet still he cannot see through
the eyes I tried to give him

My mother has woven a shroud
to warm the son, blue for the sky
and gold for its promise, black
around the edges to resemble
the distances between them

Our friends have their mantra
the world will wait for you
and we have our reply
spelled out in silence.

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