Free verse № 131670
For my unborn
Dreams birth my children
Itâs a painful birth
With every waking,
There are three of them
Yet none of them
And four of them cry.
None of them are named
Yet God calls them Angels
Denied Earth from my love.
In heaven sleeps my children
Dreaming to be born
From the eighth day to their first.
One day I will hold them
The way I held their Mother
And they will feel loved
Never having to dream.
4 comments
I'm getting from your poems that you know alot of things God does that other people don't normally know. How is that? Is that right? I think no, not when it's just as easy to express some uncertainty about it, to emphasize (for example) that it's what you (or, better, a character) IMAGINES God doing.
- sleep my children, not sleeps.
"Dreaming to be born" is sloppy grammar. Yes it can mean "they dream in order to be born", but it doesn't mean "they dream of being born", so you're not getting your first meaning out of it, much less your subtext.
What? Your children never have to dream? What? What the hell? Are they protozoans?
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