Mouth to Mouth Resusitation

 

Mothers who mourn their sons

Come to the shore

Let the wind

Blow through your bones

 

My son got his first tooth at three months
--a little pearl in pink gum
Walked at eight months

 

Can you believe it?

At two years he was humming
A Mozart melody

 

I sit by the phone

Pray for his voice, his breezy

"Hi, Mom. How 'yer doing?"

 

Here's a photo
His angel's face
His angel's heart

 

Mothers who mourn
The sea has stripped us
The sea has drowned us

 

Everything tastes salt
Let us kiss
Mouth to mouth