Sometimes I can almost see, around our heads,
Like gnats around a streetlight in summer,
The children we could have,
The glimmer of them.
Sometimes I feel them waiting, dozing
In some antechamber - servants, half-
Listening for the bell.
Sometimes I see them lying like love letters
In the Dead Letter Office
And sometimes, like tonight, by some black
Second sight I can feel just one of them
Standing on the edge of a cliff by the sea
In the dark, stretching its arms out
Desperately to me.
beautiful imagery, beautifully said. A poem that should be read by all abortionist
I don't think this poem has anything to do with abortion. What are people thinking?
Reminds me of the Buddhist belief of “souls” waiting to be reincarnated into a new body for a new round.
n some antechamber - servants, half- Listening for the bell. ...I love this poem!
A timeless poem with compelling images. Brilliantly expressed.
Very powerful poem with a meaningful message. The closure lines strike like arrows hitting the very heart of a reader.
This poem was published on ph on January 13,2003. Years before I ever heard of PoemHunter! Still live. Bri digs it out for us. Thank you Bri Edwards. You have been doing yeomen service to poetry! Congratulations
A brilliant write. Poetry of high standards.
With all the contraception devices easily available, why conceive at all, when both the parents are not ready for her/him? Here, in my messages, I deliberately avoided using "it" because every baby right from day one of conception, is an individual HUMAN BEING. she/he can not be an "it".
Yes, yet this piece somewhat seems to hint at or reminds us and man and woman, that in the end, Abortion is an anti-Christian sin and act, perpetrated by the thoughtless, bad. God bless us all-MJG.