GRIEF POEM
o that after all no
thought breaks
the mind's cold spell
chill these bones their
language lost
in this fresh silence
weather hides all
odours of decay
by freezing time
I travel through
this numb day
look look
my small
my beautiful child
the icicle here
how it shimmers
in the blue sun
my small
my beautiful child
look once more
into the shimmering
Copyright © 1985 Joy Kogawa. All rights reserved.
thought breaks
the mind's cold spell
chill these bones their
language lost
in this fresh silence
weather hides all
odours of decay
by freezing time
I travel through
this numb day
look look
my small
my beautiful child
the icicle here
how it shimmers
in the blue sun
my small
my beautiful child
look once more
into the shimmering
Copyright © 1985 Joy Kogawa. All rights reserved.