Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

One Sunday Afternoon

By James Kavanaugh

One Sunday afternoon
You saw my tears
Precipitous and sobbing from my eyes,
Too fierce to be ashamed,
Too wounded to be stealthy,
Too sudden to be announced,
And while the water washed your hands and face
You held me close
To siphon out the pain.
One Sunday afternoon
You saw my tears
And like an anxious mother asked:
“What brings such weeping?”
And even as you asked for reasons
The torrents disappeared.
Only stains of tears remained.
What do reasons have to do with tears?

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