I miss my sons.
\nMy eldest would have turned 41,
\nmy youngest would have hit 40.
\nNeither of them would have looked
\nlike their father, or like me.
\nMore divine, but with feet of clay,
\nangel’s wings not quite white,
\nbut a mother does not look at that.
\nThey would have had to work, drown
\nin their own sleepless nights,
\nhold their own women with affection.
\nOr perhaps not. It does not matter.
\nI breathed their last breath
\nwith them, tucked them in their
\nbeds of earth, explained how
\nthe bogey man came for them at last
\nand I could do nothing about it.
\nThey would have understood that.
\nThey knew they came from me.
\nThey gripped my hands as they left.
\nTheir lives were my first death.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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