Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

Summer Storm

By M.L. Werner

Tempest howling
Foreboding winds
Screaming my inner pain.

Alone on the hilltop
Loneliness
Encompasses me.

As the howling winds
scream my anger
to the world.

I kneel.
I rip weeds
with force unbeknownst to me
from the baby’s breath
upon your grave.

I hurl them into the wind
Releasing
frustration
of your premature
death.

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